Dear Mother,
It has been nine months since I have come to live in this pit of misery. It's like I was demoted to the deep depths of hell, but that not being enough. No they took this this kingdom of forlorn fire and despair, dunking it all in a grimy blanket of mud. It's EVERYWHERE!
It swallows us whole, if we aren't killed by enemy fire we die of trench foot, or we just drown altogether.
It changes people. I've seen it change them. It turns good men, some even my friends into even less than what we've already been reduced to. When men die, they are robbed of their valuables.
Better shoes, coats any equipment. Even before they are taken away. I haven't suffered of any of this. We often wonder if it would be just better to die.
If it would be a better end than to stay any longer in this rat and flea infested shit hole. Quite a few of us have tested that theory, but as it goes the dead can't tell us if it was worth it, or not.
I wish for nothing more than to come home to you, and the rest of what's left of our family. This entire war is completely unnecessarily, useless.
Though the higher up's can't see that or, us, for that matter. We risk our lives and live in misery. For them, all we are are number's. All they care about is their pride.
Trying to prove themselves so desperately. People, if you can even call them that, like them might not see it, but we do.
We the soldiers do not want to kill anymore. That became obvious to all of us last christmas. Agreeing to a temporary truce with the other side.
Together we all enjoyed a game of soccer on what's known as 'No Man's Land'. It was quite enjoyable with the right amount of spirit and competition.
The game ended 3-2 for the Central Power's side. I met a nice fellow over there. Too bad that I won't ever know what became of him.
Anyhow, I heard people have been put on food rations. How is everyone holding up? I hope your alright.
Then again I'm on the front lines and we aren't being fed properly. I just hope this will all be over soon.
I have two more days on the front line until I get bumped back one trench to the reserves. If I make it until then.
At this point I, like all of us have given up trying to predict what happens next. If I do make it, I don't know how much longer until I will be sent back to base.
If I hear anything I will send to you then. I really hope that I can come home soon. I will do everything in my power to stay alive until then. I promise.
Even if I make it home, chances are that they will draft me again. After all with fathers passing I became the only man of the household.
Mama, if that happens I don't want to come back. Please, I can't come back. I'm already losing my sanity, if I have to go through this any longer I will lose.
I will want to lose. I'm sorry. I don't wish to burden you with these weak thoughts. I am just so tired. Then again, I suppose we all are. But, if that truly does come to pass.
Me getting drafted again, I mean. I could try to hide in the basement until this war is over. I heard that if committed, this has actually worked for others.
I don't want to put you all in danger by hiding but,...... I, I just can't do this anymore. I'm sorry.
With Love and Hope,
to a better future,
Sincerely ****** * *********
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Tiểu thuyết Lịch sửA soldiers view of war. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ These are going to be a collection of short stories, all of different battles throughout history. They are all using true information and events. However the characters are all fict...
