Dear Rose,
I should die.
Bobby was killed when we went over the top today. Sounds so simple on paper, doesn’t it?
It was all my fault, Rose. I didn’t get to him in time.
I didn’t carry him back in time.
I didn’t get the medicals to carry him back to the backlines fast enough.
I didn’t get to say goodbye.
Robert Hurst died the 15th of June, 1916 in the evening, less than two days away from his leave and birthday.
He was the bravest man I've ever known. And he gave me a letter to send to his wife. I saw him writing that letter, Rose, I know what it says. I can picture his wife reading it, and having to tell his son that daddy's not coming home.
I can't live in this world any more.
Love,
James
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«letters to the somme»
Fiksi Umuma patchwork of letters and telegrams and shorts telling the story of a girl and a boy who are caught in the crossfire of the first world war. all through the heartache and the pain and the blood comes a gleam of hope, of peace. commemorating the ce...
