Personal Narrative: The Outbreak Of War

It has been a while since I last wrote, but I have never stopped thinking about you. The past couple months have been a boring mix of British haughtiness and training for a war that has no meaning to our people. I dream of coming home to you and our beautiful children, but I am afraid to say that this campaign for ‘freedom’ and ‘righteousness’ in Siberia has just begun for us Quebecois man in the 259th. We arrived in Vladivostok just five days ago, on the 26th October, onboard an enormous and beautiful steamship, the Empress of Japan. This time of year, during the harvest, Vladivostok is already a frightfully cold city. We had left Victoria, a very interesting city, but nothing as pretty as our beautiful Quebec City. It was a rough journey, especially for an old farmer like me; I had never seen the ocean before! It still puzzles me to think why I have crossed an ocean to fight a war on the other side of the world. After that punishing winter year in 1917, with the awful Halifax Explosion and all those rightful protests against that fascist conscription act, you would expect the government would do what’s right and leave this useless and wasteful war. Wilfred Laurier and Henri Bourassa are doing a great by standing up to Borden and his Conservative cronies. We have already lost too many of our young man, and now with the war so …show more content…
From what our English officers tell us, we succeeded in capturing a small city called Amiens and another named Cambrai, and have broken through a so-called Hindenburg Line, and are on the way to Berlin. I find it hard to believe, but I hope it is true, for we have lost too much in this war which is not ours. I hope you can give me some good news next time you write; hopefully an end to the fighting will be announced. Until then, wish our children a wonderful fall, and tell them that papa will be home in