Dear Mom and Dad, I cannot lie its been a rough couple weeks. Its been raining nnon stop, the battle field is a muddy mess. I’ve had time to think why I joined the military. It all happened so quickly; before I knew it, I was a long way from home. I remember as soon as we got news Frank and I ran as fast as we could to the recruitment office. Even the man signing us told us what a great thing we were doing for our country. I was so convinced that war would be a great adventure, my time to be a man. How I was naïve, war was not what they made it out to be. We see men die every day; we see death and despair all around us. After a while, it's just part of the everyday job. I have become almost numb to it. The conditions are filthy. A lot
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Some of then have to have their toes cut off. The atmosphere is tense, unpredictable and fear surrounds us. War was nothing like I thought it would be its both physically and mentally draining. Canadians are getting ready to take Vimy Ridge. The French and the British have tried, but have failed. It is up to us to get the job done. We have been given detailed plans of the attack, just in case one of our officers dies in action. There has been a great lot of preparation for this battle. I have a good feeling about this battle. Hopefully if I make it thru this battle I can go home. Cant I wait to get home. To eat Mom's apple pie, to sleep in a bed, but most of all to get out of this hell. I do not know how much longer I can take this. Many men go insane, they lose it its like they are not even there anymore. Doctors call it “ shell shock”. People often ridicule them and make them less because they are sent home, because they are unable to fight. I feel for the dough. I mean, how can you not lose it when you are surrounded by a living hell, the most horrible things humanity is capable of. I have heard a couple of the guys talking about conscription and what's happening over on the home front. To be quite honest, I don’t know how to feel
Some of then have to have their toes cut off. The atmosphere is tense, unpredictable and fear surrounds us. War was nothing like I thought it would be its both physically and mentally draining. Canadians are getting ready to take Vimy Ridge. The French and the British have tried, but have failed. It is up to us to get the job done. We have been given detailed plans of the attack, just in case one of our officers dies in action. There has been a great lot of preparation for this battle. I have a good feeling about this battle. Hopefully if I make it thru this battle I can go home. Cant I wait to get home. To eat Mom's apple pie, to sleep in a bed, but most of all to get out of this hell. I do not know how much longer I can take this. Many men go insane, they lose it its like they are not even there anymore. Doctors call it “ shell shock”. People often ridicule them and make them less because they are sent home, because they are unable to fight. I feel for the dough. I mean, how can you not lose it when you are surrounded by a living hell, the most horrible things humanity is capable of. I have heard a couple of the guys talking about conscription and what's happening over on the home front. To be quite honest, I don’t know how to feel