Hi mum,

I know it's been a very long time since i last wrote to you, I apologise.
The postman was bombed on his departure. We had to rewrite our letters and they got sent at another date -for safety reasons i think. I'm missing you and Tara dearly, I guess i should have been nicer to my sister, I've now learnt that life is far too short to fight. I guess the Germans haven't learnt that yet.

I can't stand it here mum, most of my friends are dead, and I'm almost at my nerve's end. I'm 19 mum, I wanted to make everyone at home proud, but I never knew it would be like this. I'm petrified. I'd rather be protecting you at home than out here

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My feet are in a terrible state and it seems to be getting colder every night. Every day is an eternal struggle, to wake up from unconsciousness in the trenches and realise that the warmth playing upon you isn't the sun's golden rays, but the smoudering corpse of a silently pleading comrade.

Maybe the rank of coward would serve me better in this blasted place, for I know that if I die, I will just be another nameless, faceless soldier who 'served his country well'. I don't believe in God anymore -for I have already been damned to Hell.

Please take care of yourself and Tara, for I love you both dearly.

Liam. xxxxxxxxx