Hello, mother
Things seem to be looking up; the other men are smiling more, the sun peeks through the clouds more often.
I don't understand why but my mood has also been boosted, although I am not complaining.
Of Corse I am only joking, I've seen all the advertisements, mother, Is that really how they expect us to act? Happy while our lives are being decided by the speed of a bullet? Smiling while our friends are missing? Our food supply shortening? No.
"Jusqu'Auboutiste" they cheer, it means 'Till the end', mother, till the end of what? Our lives? The war? Both?
I'm so sorry, it's so lonely here, I have but one friend here and he is what you'd call the 'runt of the litter'.
He's the youngest one here only 15, it haunts me, and he is living a nightmare. Sent here by his father to bring reputation to the family name, its quite disgusting.
He's all brains no brawn, I hate to say this but he's not going to make it here.
They sent a few men under the enemy trenches earlier to set bombs, they aren't back yet, they slapped 'Missing' on their case when they where around 3 hours late but well all know that's just a sugar coated term for death.
I miss you so much, mother. Don't ever give up hope. Your dear son,
Gerard.
