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The First World War. Original Writing. A letter Home.

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GCSE Original Writing Coursework: The First World War 20th November,1915 Dear Mother and Father, I hope this letter finds you both well. I am writing to tell you how I am going on now that I have arrived in France at last. I'm sorry that I haven't been able to write sooner but I've already seen some action and there hasn't been an opportunity until now. Home seems like a million miles away. I found it very difficult leaving the relative comfort of the barracks at Colchester. We left in the middle of the night and it was cold and miserable as we walked down the quiet dark lanes to the station. I kept wishing I was wrapped up in a nice warm bed. When we reached the station, we were herded onto the train. There were a few local people there who wished us well and waved us off. I must admit that as the train set off I felt a mixture of excitement and fear. ...read more.


I can't pretend that conditions here are good. I miss my own bedroom and a comfortable bed to sleep on. We have to sleep in a dugout. It's a kind of hole made in the side of a trench covered with tarpaulin sheets. It's sometimes hard to get to sleep and I lie awake looking at the stars wondering what the next day is going to bring. Sometimes I can hear the sound of shells pounding in the distance. I know I should be proud to be here doing my bit for the country but sleeping on the hard ground with the occasional rat crawling by is not really what I had in mind when I signed up. These rats are huge and I might say quite repulsive. We call them corpse rats in the trenches. This is because they go round eating away at dead soldiers or severely wounded soldiers who are totally defenceless. ...read more.


There were wounded men crying for water and for stretcher bearers to come and collect them. So far I've managed to escape serious injury and so I want you to try not to worry. I received a slight wound in my shoulder from some flying shrapnel but I was treated at the hospital with some others and we were given clean shirts, hot tea and cigarettes. It's not all bad! Just remember, what we are doing here is important and I hope you will take pride in my contribution to the war effort. I do hope to come home at Christmas. I want to be able to wake up on Christmas morning and see the Christmas tree, open our presents and then go to church like we always do and sing some carols. I can picture it all now. Well, that's all for now. Please give my love to everyone in the village. Hopefully this war will be over soon and then life can get back to normal. I love you both dearly. Your son, David. ...read more.

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