WW1 Letter

Dear Elizabeth,

                  How are you? How are Edward and Margaret? How’s life in England? How is Edward, is he still the naughty cheeky boy I knew? How is Margaret, last time I saw her she was only 6 months old? How are the children coping without a father? I miss both you and the children so much. A lot has happened since I last saw you as well.

      As you probably know, I am presently a soldier fighting in the ongoing Great War. When I signed up to fight Germany I was under the impression that the war would be over before Christmas, I never thought it would last as long as this, two years, and still not be over. There were many reasons I joined the army. One of these was the Lord Kitchener poster. That poster was everywhere, no matter where you were all you could see was Lord Kitcheners finger pointing at you. This made me to feel as if I had to do something to do something to help my country. Another reason I joined the army was because I was promised that I would not get separated from my friends. This part was partly true, I arrived in France with all of them however after the first major battle we fought, the Battle of Mons, all of them died apart from Alfred, Harry and me. The last reason I joined was because of the patriotic war fever that was going around.

      When I left home on 18th November, to go to a training camp I was shocked. We got sent to a make shift army training camp somewhere around Newcastle. In the training camp, the officers humiliated everyone. Do you remember Harold, the man who lived down the road from us? Well as you can probably remember he was rather a large man so he found it difficult to do one of the tasks that we were told to do, one of the officers humiliated him so much that he was almost in tears. In the training camp, one of the biggest challenges was discipline. One of the things I hated doing above everything else was riding a horse that didn’t have anything on it.

Join now!

      The excitement of war died down within the first couple of weeks of arriving in France, we were then faced with the reality of the war. The first time I was put onto the front trench I began to wonder if I would ever see you and the children ever again. The reality of the war was that it was miserable. One of the good things about life in the trenches is that everyone is friendly as we all share the same problems in life. In order to keep everyone’s morals high we have little shows every ...

This is a preview of the whole essay