Karl Swindlehurst English Coursework Letter Home From Trenches

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Karl Swindlehurst English Coursework Letter Home From Trenches

Dear Josephine,

I have not received any letters back from home today. In fact, now I come to think of it, it's been almost two weeks since I have received anything from back home. Regardless, I still write back with high optimism that my family receive some of my letters. I hope that my mother and father are well. I dreamt about them last night. I could see them sleeping and wishing me a safe trip home. It frightens me to think I may die out here and them being totally oblivious still wishing me a safe trip home.

Today is the day before we go over the top. I'm dreading it, dying or making it through, either way it's the thought of coming that close to death, treading over the decaying bodies or passing the wounded on the field of battle. Another terrifying thing is the step onto the creaky mud splattered ladders in which many men before me have used to their inevitable death. I cant help but think, why do we have to carry on fighting? We have lost a tremendous amount of men. It has now become a slugging match and my thoughts are clouded about what we are actually fighting for. It is total lunacy, and really the inane tactics we are using are to suit the British officers pride. They aren't beneficial to the war in any way.
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The weather has taken a turn for the worse today. The rain is unbearable it's turning the trenches into large putrid bathing pools. The mud that lines the walls of the trenches is now sloppy and drips upon the men along side me. Some of the men so I have been told have drown in the mud, simply because they have been to weak to fight the mud's grasp within these dreadful trenches . It's getting beyond belief now, I don't know if I can stand much more. I hate to admit it but the last few days ...

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