Bone
23 Feb 2005, 12:28am
Well our history assignment was to write a note home as tohu we were soliders in the trenches of WW1 i tired make mine as motivating as possible and hoping get 20/20 on it tell me when u guys think.
By- Anthony O’Neill
May 2nd, 1914
Dear Mom and Dad
I am so overjoyed with emotions to finally be able to write home and tell you I am still alive. War has been so tough the ghastly sites have disturbed me to my core, I don’t know how much longer I Can take this Mental anguish I am facing every second day and night. There is no Moral anymore, so many of my fellow soldiers are letting them self be Tore to pieces by the Germans machine gun fire. These machine guns they must have been constructed by Satan him self they tear everything down, hundreds died from their fire the first day into battle. Our Foolish commander sending us straight into their fury of flying lead. My desire to come home is so great I query my mind if it is worth shooting my self just to come home. My friend Derry Gladstone Was killed yesterday. He did it to save me I don’t know how I can live with the guilt. A Grenade came into our trench just feet away, Derry Knew this would mean death for both of us if nothing were done. He sacrificed him self to save me, throwing his body onto it. The Germans also tried using mustard gas on us luckily the wind blew it away from my post but it took the lives of many comrades and some are starting to linger into death now, the site of these now Transformed monsters is devastating their eyes bulge out but they are Unable open them, their skin has boils all over their body. I can hear them screaming at agony, some of them tied to their beds makes the beds shake and rattle. It is worst whenever there is any silence their screams can be heard throughout the trenches. I can only pray and hope I do not ever have face an agony such as that, I am very hungry a good portion of our rations were ruined by rain and the Bombardment of shells on us. Many troops are shell shocked I have witnessed some unable to stop shaking, some talking incomprehensible Tongue. I miss you all so very much and I hope to see you sometime whether that be here on earth or in heaven may god be with us all. I must end this letter now the bombings have started again but I unsure if they ever stopped.
Love,
Nicolas Waylett
By- Anthony O’Neill
May 2nd, 1914
Dear Mom and Dad
I am so overjoyed with emotions to finally be able to write home and tell you I am still alive. War has been so tough the ghastly sites have disturbed me to my core, I don’t know how much longer I Can take this Mental anguish I am facing every second day and night. There is no Moral anymore, so many of my fellow soldiers are letting them self be Tore to pieces by the Germans machine gun fire. These machine guns they must have been constructed by Satan him self they tear everything down, hundreds died from their fire the first day into battle. Our Foolish commander sending us straight into their fury of flying lead. My desire to come home is so great I query my mind if it is worth shooting my self just to come home. My friend Derry Gladstone Was killed yesterday. He did it to save me I don’t know how I can live with the guilt. A Grenade came into our trench just feet away, Derry Knew this would mean death for both of us if nothing were done. He sacrificed him self to save me, throwing his body onto it. The Germans also tried using mustard gas on us luckily the wind blew it away from my post but it took the lives of many comrades and some are starting to linger into death now, the site of these now Transformed monsters is devastating their eyes bulge out but they are Unable open them, their skin has boils all over their body. I can hear them screaming at agony, some of them tied to their beds makes the beds shake and rattle. It is worst whenever there is any silence their screams can be heard throughout the trenches. I can only pray and hope I do not ever have face an agony such as that, I am very hungry a good portion of our rations were ruined by rain and the Bombardment of shells on us. Many troops are shell shocked I have witnessed some unable to stop shaking, some talking incomprehensible Tongue. I miss you all so very much and I hope to see you sometime whether that be here on earth or in heaven may god be with us all. I must end this letter now the bombings have started again but I unsure if they ever stopped.
Love,
Nicolas Waylett