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Trench Warfare Letter Home
Dear Mother, How are you? I hope all is fine. It has been almost a year since I have seen you and I miss you with all my heart. Having not seen father since I was 2 is bad enough. I don’t want to let go of you either. How is my loving sister? Is she married yet? Don’t wait for me mother, because I might never return so please do me a favour and get her life together. Mother, you know quite well, I wish to be there to support you but I have a job to do and I will never give up even though it is the worst thing I have experienced and will. I do hope to be there soon if destiny allows it. Mother, please could you send me some repellent such as rat repellent, lice repellent and…. T o make it easier could you please send me all the repellent you have got at home. These pests are eating me alive. The rats are the worst. They eat my fellow comrades after their death. I try and help but there are millions and I cannot bare the sight of a cat like rat feeding on my friends. It is not just for them. I can feel those pesky rodents scowling around my face when I sleep and without the rats my sleeping period is not more than an hour and I really don not want to shorten that. Also I once heard that they …show more content…
cause infection and that could affect my role in the front line. The lice are not any better they cause what is called here trench fever and seeing my general suffer from the condition, I really don’t want to look at it eye to eye. Oh yes I almost forget, mother I would really appreciate a new pair of socks. The ones I am wearing are getting a little wet. That is and understatement. New boots would be great too. They are rotting as for the muddy and wet atmosphere. That not the only thing that is rotting my feet is feeling it too. I just can’t handle it mother. The nerves are getting to me and I really don’t know what I can do about it. Do I fight with my rotting feet or cut it of and then continue fighting. For the first time in my life I feel scared and frustrated. What could I do? Please help me mother. It is bad enough being angry about these pests but we have to become angry in the morning every bad.
Our generals will never miss this step in the daily routine. I really do not believe they could be that bad, after all they were all recruited like one of us. What is so different about them? They are fighting us for all stakes but the thing is we are fighting them and that makes us one of them. We are all human and we have families and a heart so what really makes us different? Nothing. I am telling this to you mother, because I really don’t have the guts to say it to the general. He will probably burn me alive! That is no joke mother he has done it before and that is really why I hate
him. That not the only thing I hate about him, he also stinks, well so does everyone else. I cannot bare the stench of the mud, the rotting corpses, the unwashed men, the faeces and smoke and alcohol. It makes my eyes water and I feel as if I can as if I can shove anything up my nose and I shall be fine. It is also very claustrophobic I should I couldn’t breathe for a while until I was sent back t o hospital. Sorry I didn’t tell you about this ma I didn’t want you to worry. Anyhow returning back was not the best feeling ever and I feel even worse. But now I am getting used to it and I believe it should wear off soon. Hopefully. It is probably worse because of what I am about to tell you next. In my previous letters I mentioned the deaths of my fellow comrades but just an hour ago Edward (as you might remember he has been my best friend since school) died devastatingly before my very eyes. He is such and idiot sometimes and this time it cost him his life. If he had survived the gas attack I would have killed him myself. Dim-wit. If he just put his mask on at the right time. When I don’t blame him he always had slow reactions. I just cannot believe it, my my friend has been taken away from me. It’s my entire fault, only if I was there to help him. Damn, those Germans, they they will pay and I will make sure of it. That is when you shall get your next letter.
From your loving son, ........
Dear Mother, How are you? I hope all is fine. It has been almost a year since I have seen you and I miss you with all my heart. Having not seen father since I was 2 is bad enough. I don’t want to let go of you either. How is my loving sister? Is she married yet? Don’t wait for me mother, because I might never return so please do me a favour and get her life together. Mother, you know quite well, I wish to be there to support you but I have a job to do and I will never give up even though it is the worst thing I have experienced and will. I do hope to be there soon if destiny allows it. Mother, please could you send me some repellent such as rat repellent, lice repellent and…. T o make it easier could you please send me all the repellent you have got at home. These pests are eating me alive. The rats are the worst. They eat my fellow comrades after their death. I try and help but there are millions and I cannot bare the sight of a cat like rat feeding on my friends. It is not just for them. I can feel those pesky rodents scowling around my face when I sleep and without the rats my sleeping period is not more than an hour and I really don not want to shorten that. Also I once heard that they …show more content…
cause infection and that could affect my role in the front line. The lice are not any better they cause what is called here trench fever and seeing my general suffer from the condition, I really don’t want to look at it eye to eye. Oh yes I almost forget, mother I would really appreciate a new pair of socks. The ones I am wearing are getting a little wet. That is and understatement. New boots would be great too. They are rotting as for the muddy and wet atmosphere. That not the only thing that is rotting my feet is feeling it too. I just can’t handle it mother. The nerves are getting to me and I really don’t know what I can do about it. Do I fight with my rotting feet or cut it of and then continue fighting. For the first time in my life I feel scared and frustrated. What could I do? Please help me mother. It is bad enough being angry about these pests but we have to become angry in the morning every bad.
Our generals will never miss this step in the daily routine. I really do not believe they could be that bad, after all they were all recruited like one of us. What is so different about them? They are fighting us for all stakes but the thing is we are fighting them and that makes us one of them. We are all human and we have families and a heart so what really makes us different? Nothing. I am telling this to you mother, because I really don’t have the guts to say it to the general. He will probably burn me alive! That is no joke mother he has done it before and that is really why I hate
him. That not the only thing I hate about him, he also stinks, well so does everyone else. I cannot bare the stench of the mud, the rotting corpses, the unwashed men, the faeces and smoke and alcohol. It makes my eyes water and I feel as if I can as if I can shove anything up my nose and I shall be fine. It is also very claustrophobic I should I couldn’t breathe for a while until I was sent back t o hospital. Sorry I didn’t tell you about this ma I didn’t want you to worry. Anyhow returning back was not the best feeling ever and I feel even worse. But now I am getting used to it and I believe it should wear off soon. Hopefully. It is probably worse because of what I am about to tell you next. In my previous letters I mentioned the deaths of my fellow comrades but just an hour ago Edward (as you might remember he has been my best friend since school) died devastatingly before my very eyes. He is such and idiot sometimes and this time it cost him his life. If he had survived the gas attack I would have killed him myself. Dim-wit. If he just put his mask on at the right time. When I don’t blame him he always had slow reactions. I just cannot believe it, my my friend has been taken away from me. It’s my entire fault, only if I was there to help him. Damn, those Germans, they they will pay and I will make sure of it. That is when you shall get your next letter.
From your loving son, ........