Dear Miranda,
I am missing you dearly. This place is scary, life is tough and is basically just a routine now. But regardless of how I feel on the inside, I have to put up a strong front and serve our country. I am stationed in Grozny, Russia until the war is over. It's different here from living in the U.K. I am doing this for you and Nathan. I cannot wait to be back! I cannot wait to see the smiles on your faces, and the warm hugs I will receive when I come home. I feel homesick, just like my comrades, we all share this very feeling. Whenever we can, we talk about our families and sing songs that remind us of home. This place is worse than I imagined. Although it's what many would expect, it's much worse when you experience it. My feet …show more content…
I think I'm starting to get trench foot, my feet are disgusting. I think by the time I come home I may have to get my foot amputated. The conditions in the trenches are terrible; I cannot even begin to describe them to you. The trenches are dug in clay and sand. The water from the rain is unable to flow through and soak into the ground, causing floods and huge puddles where we are supposed to stand all day and all night. It gets so bad that some men would rather sleep out on the field, outside of the trenches at night, then attempt to sleep in wet clothing in the flooded trenches. We spent weeks in the trenches without showering because the war was growing increasingly difficult and we needed as many soldiers as possible out and fighting. There simply was no time for us to leave and shower. When we tried to sleep in the trenches during the night we were constantly awaken by rats running over us. The food here is disgusting, it doesn't even compare to the amazing breakfasts you always make me in the mornings! I've longed for them every day. I joined up for the good of my country and I thought it was going to be all guns and glamour but I was proved horribly wrong. Instead of dashing about on horses, I found myself facing my enemies from a big …show more content…
I've seen people with their legs blown off, pieces of their bodies scattered all over the battlegrounds. It's very disturbing. I don’t want to scare you by saying all of this; I just want you to know the truth because I know that the government is lying just to get people to join up. I am regretting the fact that I ever signed up in the first place. I'm sorry I left you and Nathan, I can't believe how much I miss you guys but I have to do what I came here for. For days, nothing has happened here in the trenches but of course when things did start to happen it wouldn't end, or it would feel endless. But I signed up for war expecting it to be fun, exciting and phenomenal. But instead I count each day that I’m alive, praying that I see tomorrow and you and Nathan in my arms. But instead, I am greeted by bombs exploding and people dying all around me. The sound of gunshots and screaming is unbearable for my ears to hear any longer. Every Time I wake up, I get nostalgic because of how much I miss you. Around this time, I would usually be home. I remember sitting at the kitchen table watching you cook as Nathan would play with his toys on the floor, I miss those times. Darling, now it would make me very happy to know
I am missing you dearly. This place is scary, life is tough and is basically just a routine now. But regardless of how I feel on the inside, I have to put up a strong front and serve our country. I am stationed in Grozny, Russia until the war is over. It's different here from living in the U.K. I am doing this for you and Nathan. I cannot wait to be back! I cannot wait to see the smiles on your faces, and the warm hugs I will receive when I come home. I feel homesick, just like my comrades, we all share this very feeling. Whenever we can, we talk about our families and sing songs that remind us of home. This place is worse than I imagined. Although it's what many would expect, it's much worse when you experience it. My feet …show more content…
I think I'm starting to get trench foot, my feet are disgusting. I think by the time I come home I may have to get my foot amputated. The conditions in the trenches are terrible; I cannot even begin to describe them to you. The trenches are dug in clay and sand. The water from the rain is unable to flow through and soak into the ground, causing floods and huge puddles where we are supposed to stand all day and all night. It gets so bad that some men would rather sleep out on the field, outside of the trenches at night, then attempt to sleep in wet clothing in the flooded trenches. We spent weeks in the trenches without showering because the war was growing increasingly difficult and we needed as many soldiers as possible out and fighting. There simply was no time for us to leave and shower. When we tried to sleep in the trenches during the night we were constantly awaken by rats running over us. The food here is disgusting, it doesn't even compare to the amazing breakfasts you always make me in the mornings! I've longed for them every day. I joined up for the good of my country and I thought it was going to be all guns and glamour but I was proved horribly wrong. Instead of dashing about on horses, I found myself facing my enemies from a big …show more content…
I've seen people with their legs blown off, pieces of their bodies scattered all over the battlegrounds. It's very disturbing. I don’t want to scare you by saying all of this; I just want you to know the truth because I know that the government is lying just to get people to join up. I am regretting the fact that I ever signed up in the first place. I'm sorry I left you and Nathan, I can't believe how much I miss you guys but I have to do what I came here for. For days, nothing has happened here in the trenches but of course when things did start to happen it wouldn't end, or it would feel endless. But I signed up for war expecting it to be fun, exciting and phenomenal. But instead I count each day that I’m alive, praying that I see tomorrow and you and Nathan in my arms. But instead, I am greeted by bombs exploding and people dying all around me. The sound of gunshots and screaming is unbearable for my ears to hear any longer. Every Time I wake up, I get nostalgic because of how much I miss you. Around this time, I would usually be home. I remember sitting at the kitchen table watching you cook as Nathan would play with his toys on the floor, I miss those times. Darling, now it would make me very happy to know