Collection 4
Dear Mom and Dad,
I have now been here for three weeks. We get little to eat and drink.
I have seen some my closest friends die in front of my eyes. Piles of
bodies lie next to me at all times, wounded, dead, or even men whose
minds have been destroyed by all that's going on around them. The
smell alone is atrocious. It's a smell of gas, sadness, fear, and
rotting flesh. Their are no words I could use to explain the odor.
Bodies are strung along the rows of ours and our enemies barbed wire.
Bombs are
thrown around at every moment. I never know if one will hit me next.
I fear I wont see you again. I miss you very much. I long for the
warm embrace you would give me. The home cooked meal and even the bed
I would lie in each night. Pray for my life and well being and I
shall pray for the day I will see you again.
May god be with us all,
all my love
Webster
(Chelsea)
Dear Mom and Dad,
I’m OK for right now but I don’t know how long I can stay
alive because the amount of gas they blowup over here. All the dead
body’s that are rotting and especially the rats that carry all
that bacteria are making me sick down here in the trenches. It’s
like a game down here we go over there and attack then they come over
here and attack back and forth back and forth and it goes on into the
night. I can hardly sleep because of all the bombs they send over
here and explode on top of the bomb shelter. It is so brutal down
here just the other day some guy came over to our side I tried to
drop a grenade on me but knifed and shot him before he could drop it
so it fell on him and blew up it looked nasty. Every day I have at
least a foot of mud on my legs and my boots are getting crusted with
it. My legs are getting sore and it’s hard to walk or run so I
just get up and start shooting from where I am but every other hour I
have to put on a gas mask and climb to higher ground but all these
new recruits keep pulling off their mask and set it down and it would
roll down to were the gas has settled and they would go after it and
inhale the gas and die. I love you all but I have to go now it’s
morning and I have to go fight so I will write back as soon as I get
a chance to.
love,
kale
Dear mother,
I’m here in the war. All the propaganda are lies. The war is
fought in trenches which is my home until the end of the war. There
is no glory. The war is like child's play. We run back and forth to
each others trenches, killing people who are just like us, with our
families waiting at home patiently for us to return. I have
trench-foot and am surrounded by lice and rats. I even have to wear
my helmet over my face to keep the rats from eating my eyes out. It
breaks my heart not knowing that I might not make it home. I miss you
a lot. Take care.
Sincerely,
Your Son
Jessica
Dear family,
I’m writing you from the trenches, and it is very scary! I can't
even look my head out of the trench or I'll be shot. So I have to
wait for the perfect time and we will charge the enemies. I'm not
having the greatest time down here in the trenches because I have to
sleep to the sound of war and also sleep next to dead people! It is
disgusting but I have to live with it for now. I miss you all so much
and I cant wait to get home. The scariest thing is when you get to
know someone and then they just get killed right in front of you,
that is very real and bloody but I just have to go on with my life. I
also have to give my all for my country and die for something and be
a hero! well ill write you all later and say your prayers for me
OK!!!! BYE I miss you guys!
Love,
JORDAN
Dearest family,
I have been fighting for six months now and I don't know how much
more death I can bear. I don't feel any pride in fighting or dying
for my country. All day long all I see is people dying and I think I
am next? Will I be alive tomorrow? I see people jump up out of the
trenches alive and then two seconds later fall back down dead. Two
weeks ago while sitting in the trenches someone started yelling GAS!
GAS! In that instant I feared for my life. I grabbed a gas mask,
hoping that I would get it on in time, so that I would live to see
another day. There aren't enough gas masks for everyone so I had to
watch my friend suffocate from the gas. I can't believe I am here and
I wake up every morning wondering if I will wake up tomorrow. Pray
that the war is over soon and I am able to return home alive.
Kellie
Dear Mother and Father,
I hope this letter gets to you on time that I wanted it to be. Things
aren't going to well. Many Germans are getting injured and killed,
and are offices are really busy with patients and dead bodies. I've
been here for about two weeks and I don't really like it. I want to
fight for liberty and freedom. A soldier came in the other day and
was telling me about how bad it was out there. I had to give him
medicine because he got hit with phosgene gas that was being thrown
around towards everyone. His skin was bumpy and peely and I got
really sick. Well my break is almost over so I have to go and tend to
all the soldiers in need. I love you and thanks for everything you
have given me.
Love,
Tiffany