War Letter - Writing to a father in the trenches.

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23 Cherry Tree Road

Hampshire

England, UK

2nd December 1917

My Dearest Father,

                        Let me start by saying, Happy Birthday! Mama has been knitting you heaps of socks and tells us it is chilly in France, especially at this time of the year, so you need to keep warm. I woke up this morning to a thick blanket of white snow in the garden! It is beautiful; I wish you could see it! It has been very cold this winter, and i have been wrapping up lots to keep me warm.

        Christmas is coming soon! We have been celebrating the lead up to Christ's birthday! Tomorrow, we are going to decorate the house with all our decorations, and I am awfully upset that you will not be here to help. Grampa will be there to help, but it will not be the same without you.

        Grandma has baked you the most marvelous cake, with my help, of course. She let me ice the bun and even eat the extra icing! But keep that a secret, Mama would roar like a lion if she found out! She is missing you terribly but she is keeping a tight ship back here. I heard her say to Mr Merryweather yesterday that Uncle Philip bought it. Does that mean he has bought new weapons to fight the Germans with? I do hope so, because that means you can come home much sooner!

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        Timothy misses you also. He arrived home last Thursday from school crying, telling us that Robert Smith said you were an awful man for being a soldier in the war. His father is a conscientious objector and he is going to prison soon for being one and saying badly about the war and the soldiers. He will never be half the man you are Father, for being so brave and fighting for Britain.

        We still go to church every Sunday to pray for you. Father Williams mentioned Mr Merryweather's son, Winston, in mass yesterday. Apparently he didn't make it back. ...

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