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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 all of us. On our first day of our training the officers woke us up at sunrise with their yelling and shouting and they only gave us only a few minutes to eat breakfast. After our “breakfast” we started marching all day long for miles and miles until we were exhausted and could not walk from our sore feet. We kept marching like that for a couple of days and then I started to wonder when we are really going to use guns to shot and practice. When finally, one week later we were given guns and started to shot at some targets, but after my second shot my gun got jammed and I told my officer but they said that the guns being jammed in training was a normal thing especially for the Canadian echoed guns. The worse thing about these camps was that they were holding us all form the war and the fact that the only pay us one dollar only!!!

Join now!

        After all I have been through in the these camps I am still looking forward to the war, the excitement of seeing of traveling over seas and seeing all parts of Europe, experiencing a real war first hand and when I come back home everyone is going to love me. These were the reasons I didn’t meant going to war and plus is sounds exiting.

Your Mate,

458 British road

April 17th, 1917

Dear father,

        I am writing to you with my greatest joy; about 3 day ago we captured the Vimy Ridge with our greatest pride as Canadians. It ...

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