Dear Marie, 21- 06 -1915
It is my 100th day away from you ‘my love’ and it hasn’t gotten any better. I thought the training in Egypt was hard but now I’m here I’m really struggling. War is nothing like what they told usit would be. Remember Arthur Baldwin he was only 17 I watched him die yesterday. The anxiety and fear I live with is terrible. I just would like to be home. The boys need me. I think of them every day. Give them kisses for me; I can’t even describe how much I would love to be there.
My role is that I am in charge of a rifle and shooting I have killed innocent people and living with that is extremely hard. Fathers, Brothers, Sons. Innocent men who could easily been me. But luckily wasn’t. …show more content…
I hate it; I am made to fight from trenches and the conditions a terrible. Men who have died in previous battle lay at the bottom. This is because we have been using the trenches that have already been used. There are faeces and rats everywhere crawling around when I sleep. We were shelled by artillery fire a few weeks ago and I fear it might happen I fear that I might not survive because so many men died last time. I heard gun fire all nights for the past weeks no sleep or rest. The trenches are small and it is hard to get food, I haven’t eating in days but hopefully tonight I will get a proper meal. At the start we got just a bit over a pound of meat and 8 ounces of vegetables a day. I watched a body explode inside the trench earlier today it must have been the rapid hot to cold changes that caused it. That is what triggered me to write to you, that poor man has a family or a friend wondering where he
It is my 100th day away from you ‘my love’ and it hasn’t gotten any better. I thought the training in Egypt was hard but now I’m here I’m really struggling. War is nothing like what they told usit would be. Remember Arthur Baldwin he was only 17 I watched him die yesterday. The anxiety and fear I live with is terrible. I just would like to be home. The boys need me. I think of them every day. Give them kisses for me; I can’t even describe how much I would love to be there.
My role is that I am in charge of a rifle and shooting I have killed innocent people and living with that is extremely hard. Fathers, Brothers, Sons. Innocent men who could easily been me. But luckily wasn’t. …show more content…
I hate it; I am made to fight from trenches and the conditions a terrible. Men who have died in previous battle lay at the bottom. This is because we have been using the trenches that have already been used. There are faeces and rats everywhere crawling around when I sleep. We were shelled by artillery fire a few weeks ago and I fear it might happen I fear that I might not survive because so many men died last time. I heard gun fire all nights for the past weeks no sleep or rest. The trenches are small and it is hard to get food, I haven’t eating in days but hopefully tonight I will get a proper meal. At the start we got just a bit over a pound of meat and 8 ounces of vegetables a day. I watched a body explode inside the trench earlier today it must have been the rapid hot to cold changes that caused it. That is what triggered me to write to you, that poor man has a family or a friend wondering where he