Letters from the front!

Letters

Dear mom

I am working almost 20 hours a day. I just amputated two arms, and a leg, but I'm just lucky I'm not fighting. Our neighbour, Norman, got shot and died yesterday. I couldn't save him.

War is pointless, it's just a bunch of people killing each other. Even though I'm not fighting, my job is still very painful. I have to listen to my comrads scream and cry, I have never seen wounds like this before in my life.

Every comrad that I have seen that came from the trenches, has had lice. After healing their wounds, they get their clothes washed and then they get their their monthly head shave.

I have sent you a couple of pictures that will give you a good idea of what I go through everyday.

Please mail me back as soon as you can!

Love always

Arther Williams

P.S. send me some more cookies!!!

Dear Mom,

August 13, 1915

It is a sunny day today, without a cloud in the sky. Lunch is not yet ready so I have a few minutes to write to you. Your birthday is in 3 days. I wish I could be there with you and dad on your birthday,then being stuck in this damn war. Remember John from down the street, he is in my squadron, though he was shot in the leg 2 days ago, and is still in the Hospital, tell his mother not to worry. I won't tell youmuch else, because after this it doesn't get any better. Lunch is ready, and there is fresh bread today, so send my love to dad and little Mary.

Love you always,

Your Son

Norman





DearFamily,
July 3, 1916

I've been here for almost 2 years now, and it doesn't look like I'll be back anytime soon. This is nothing like I thought it would be.I know I've said this to you before, in previous letters, but this is not fun. I've seen many people die and suffer. I want to come home. This is absolute hell. Just the smell of the decaying bodies and blood are enough to lose your dinner. But it's not like the dinner was any good to begin with! We get enough food here, but's it quantity not quality, the meat is still frozen, or not cooked, we get no vegetables or anything substantial. This is the worst, here in the trenches. This is a picture of me writing this letter. There is mud to our knees, rats and lice everywhere. It is hard to get to sleep around here, with soldiers screams of the battlefield still echoing in your mind. I can't wait to get home to my nice warm bed.

Love From

Glen

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Dear Family:

This is hell! Trust me there's no place worse than this. I'm stuck in a muddy, wet, and smelly trench. The smell of rotting flesh is enough to make you sick. I've gotten used to it but it still smells pretty bad. The dinners here are also bad because we have to eat everything raw. I wish I was at home eating one of your nice steak and potatos dinner's with that great homemade apple pie.

We are at Vimy Ridge right now planning an attack on the Germans tommorow. We have a good plan so far and I hope it works. It better because I've seen too many deaths of friends and partners. Remember Jack from four houses down. He was killed at the battle of Ypres after we were hit with a huge gas attack. His lungs froze and he died. I was mad that I lost a friend but I knew I had to go on because war is a terrible thing.

I have to go now because we are planning for this attack. I miss you guys a lot! Love:

Sam

A School Link Article. Courtesy of Jason, Wes, Ryan,Matt at Dr.G.W.Williams Secondary School on March 22 1999 .

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