Author's Note: All the notes below are fictional.

April 6, 1916

Dear Mother:

This war has been difficult for me. We fight and fight and it's never seems to end. The days seem to stretch into years. Hours seems like days. My limbs become very sore after days of fighting from sunrise until night. We are now in very narrow trenches, and we are very close to our enemies. I know he is my enemy, but I don't want to kill him either

september 19, 1915

My dear Bonny

I need to write you this. You know I very desperately love you. You know you are my only hope and joy in the world for me. It's been difficult for me these days. Many are dying here. Our enemies are better then we think they are, but we are ready and we might be able to pull through. You can never be certain these days war has taught me better. Everyday I see some soldier die. Then I think, what if I was to be the very next. I fear my own death, I do not trust myself most of the time. The most depressing thing is to loose you, my dear Bonny.

January 1, 1917

Dear Jay

War is hard, there has been shelling for three days and my head is possitively throbbing. I have not been able to write for three days because I've been out in the action. The sound of firing seems to sound everywhere, even if it's not shelling. I was so afraid of death and dying, and you know I usually am the bravest one in our group. Remember I signed up for the army because of a dare. It's not remotely pleasant here and men even braver then I coward. We all don't know if we could last a day more.

by the way, how's steve and jeff, I hope they fair better then I.

November 11, 1915

Dear uncle Tim

I am here fighting and there is a massive gas attack. It has not been easy. Putting on a gas mask is not that comfortable, though I suppose the irritation is better then... you know death... something happened to a friend of mine who was fighting next to me. After I put on my mask and I looked his way I found him dead. He didn't put on his mask fast enough and breathed in the poison. I was so bewildered. I had never seen anyone die, so very close to me. I seen people die a distance away from me, but never this close. I always had tough men around me. I looked at him frightened then I looked at myself and back to him again. I think now what, how could I leave without my friend Joseph. I need my friends in such a hard time. I need them especially after I heard about the death of my mother from you.

February 14, 1918

Today is the day of love and sweets amongst children in happier times. We still are hard at war I don't know when it might end. The bread we are rationed have been nibble by mice, but that's the reality of war, and we must eat it or else we might die and suffer from starvation.




march 15, 1917

I'm bored and hours of playing battle from my childhood comes back. I stay alert yet think deeply about problems and analyze gossip. My legs are aching, but I know I must go through no matter what. "Just ignore the pain, keep going." I can't stop now or I might just be killed, and that would be a sad day.



december 31, 1914

dear Carmen

How are you and Julie dealing at home? Oh right, how did the funraiser for the war, that you did with Patricia go? I know I've been having it tough here. I don't know if I want to patrol tonight. Maybe, I just go for it. Oh, but if I die I'll miss you and Jules very much. But this will make me look good Carmen dear. I'm a man Carmen, I got too. Constant fear isn't good for me, I jump at little things. Oh you must not tell little Jules that she be worried sick. I remember when I left earlier this year Jules was worrying about me, and god, she's only fifteen? How worried must she be, if she knows? Oh god, carmen. The rest of the officers are like that too, thank god it's not only me.