It’s been months since I’ve written to you two. The war has been awful. All I hear are guns, explosions, and screaming and all I see are rats, barbed wire, and dead bodies. The commanders said we’d be done by Christmas, but Christmas has passed Mom and Dad and this isn’t fun anymore. Yesterday, one of our storm troopers chickened out and ran away. Poor guy, we had to go find him and kill him. I felt awful standing there and watching him shake with terror. He was one of the shell shocked people. Those types of soldiers go mad and start to freak out. Mom and Dad, let me talk to you about the trenches. As you know, we’re in trench warfare at the moment, which means we’re in ditches in the ground shooting at one another. These trenches are miserable.
