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I can’t believe I’m here three months now. I really can’t wait to see you and the rest of the family. How is the family now that I think of it? How was your birthday meal? Was the good good? The food over here is ok, but it’s that or nothing.
Write back soon,
Love your son,
3rd 12×3 Trench
I hope you all are well. I’m doing bad. The Germans are advancing and we’re running out of supplies. My best friends Pat Recan and Tom Shadow died.
My squad are dying of sickness. When it turns dark we will advance as that’s what our captain said. I hope there’s no mines or machine guns. If there are Deadeye will get on the gun and give us support fire.
Thanks fo rthe apple pie, it was delicious.
I feel so cold and I walk in poo. I see people getting killed everyday it’s terrible. I wish I was with you and the children righ now.
I might die soon so this might be my last not to you . I’ll write as much as I can, tell the children I love them.
It’s me Tom, your son. I miss you a lot and I wish I could spend more time with you. I it’s chaos here men are being killed, grenades being thrown, everyone is really scared, but they’re not showing it.
I’m not going to show it either. My best friend Tim was shot in the leg and he died. I’m all alon, but we have to keep fighting.
Missing you lots,
I miss you all how are you and the children? I know it has been while. All my friends have died it is men and about seven people left. We all had to retreat but 143 comrades died. We have to find a way out of here, wait, aarrgh! sorry, I have to go we are under attack.
Lots of love
Hello how you doing how is billy and Tim I heard Billy got a new dog called Oscar. How is Aunt Bridget Uncle Jim told me she is still suffering from Cancer. It was so painful seeing my best friend Brad die anyway that is all I have to say
I miss you and the kids so much. How’s everything going? Where I am all I see is bodies all I smell is death.
Don`t scream but I sleep with rats every night. I still have the picture of you, me and the kids at the beach in my pocket.
Hope to see you soon.
Today John and I went out on to no mans land.
I got cut on my leg from barbed wire but I’m fine.
Kids and Margaret there is some bad news , Joe got
shot in the chest. When he got shot it put a hole through
his lung so he died. I’m sorry. I told him to get rid of the
rotting corpses so I feel like it is my fault and it is haunting me.
Tell the family I love them. I hope Mary is fine.
Is she getting better from her dislocated shoulder?
Is her sling offyet?
Love you lads and lassies.
How are you? I miss you so much. I am fine right now but
I just can’t get the vision of my brother getting shot out of my head.
I hope you have been getting the pay checks.
I miss you badly. Say hello to everyone from me.
I hope you are handling the shop Ok. Tell Katie and Molly that
I miss them. I hope to get a reply.
Love Scot Appletart
Our trench was nearly blown up and twenty men died .
Anyway how is it back home and how are the children? I have been told when I will be able to come back home on leave, it will be 23rd of May 1916 for three days.
Tell the kids I miss them .
Dear family France
I hope you are well. Life in the trenches is hard.
The mud is up to our knees when it rains.
When we are under a hail of bullets I think of my family.
When we want to go toilet we are afraid that we will be gassed.
Every hour all I hear are grenades and machine gun fire.
I hope to see you soon.
Dear Ellen Joe and Nora
How is it in Ireland ? Here where I am there is an awful smell due to all the dead bodies and the poop
floating around . All I hear is the sound of gunfire . I feel so bad for leaving all of you I still treasure
the photo of all of you and papa John I hope to hear from you soon . If I die like Michael my last
thoughts will be of you