Creative writing. Letters from the trenches.

The first 200 words of this essay...

469 British road

May 5th , 1915

Dear Joe,

Sorry Joe I know that didn't write to you in a long time bet I really needed a friend

to talk to because last week I finally made up mind to join the army and go off to fight in this war. It all started when we were at the market with dad. The recruiting officer was talking about how all the fit young men had a duty to join the army, since it was a duty to help the mother country defeat the enemies. It was only going to be a short war about six months, He said, and even dad said I should go. Besides at least my life would be more exciting than farming day-in and day-out.

Next day, after I said all my tearful goodbyes to my family, we boarded a train for the recruitment camp. When we arrived we soon realised that it was not as great as we all expected it to be. Not only there was very little water but the water was very filthy and even worst there were not enough tents for