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Dearast Norma, (a letter from the trenches).

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Dearast Norma, How are you? Is little Tommy okay and how about uncle cecil's hernia? Anyway this war has turned out to be nothing like I expected, we have just found out that it is very unlikely that we will be home by christmas. And as for them recruting poems what a load of bull. The war is absolutley nothing like what Jesse Pope wrote in "Who's for the game?" or in Harold Begbie's "fall In". Also I am sick of the magazine "King and Country". It is all completly lies in that magazine. The war is definitly not like how they put it. I also hate the fact that the generals sit miles away from the front line just planning our death while they sit in their luxury homes and eat their luxury foods. I want to tell you about one of my mates, George. He was a funny soldier he always kept every one laughing. But over the weeks he was getting sick of the terrible conditions of the trenches. Over a few days he had went from happy and chirpy to sick and gloomy. ...read more.


I am also very weak as I have not had any proper food for days, if not weeks. All we get is a bowl of grool three times a day. I would not eat it if we were not forced to eat it. Half the time it is cold and I have not had a proper hot meal in months. I have only had one battle all of the time I have been here. It started with a loud shriek of the whistle. We all scrambled over the thick, sticky mud. About seventy five British soldiers piled into the german trench with about fifty germans there waiting. There was no room to aim and fire bullets, so every one was thrusting their bayonets at any opposition they could see. We took control pretty easily. I nearly got a bayonet put straight throuh my head, but I ducked just in time and shot him in the leg. He fell to the ground and i knew what i had to do, finish him off. I hesitated at first but I did it. after about ten minutes of battle it stoped. ...read more.


when the gas had cleared away his face had been melted and completly disfigured. But to the generals he is just another unlucky soldier who was in the wrong place in the wrong time. It is not just the fighting that kills us out here it is also the freezing cold weather. We sit out all night just waiting for something to happen but most of the time nothing ever happens. we are just sitting out in the cold killing ourselves. We sit in the pouring rain or in the snow blizzards. One time when the snow was extremly bad we had to sit out and wait for the germans. We are short on blankets and on fire wood so it is hard to keep warm, especially when you can not move around much unless you want to get yourself killed. I think that more people have died because of the cold than because of the fighting. One poor soldiers eyes were actually ice because his tear ducts froze. On a really cold night at least five soldiers will freeze to death. It is absolutley atrocious. Oh well back to sitting in the cold waiting to be killed. Hope to speak to you soon and hope you are all okay. Lots of love From Anthony Reynolds xxxxx ...read more.

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