Dear Mother, Thursday, Nov 28, 1916
Thank you for your pleasant letter, it has clearly made me feel at home again. I have received it on December 1, 1916. Please say hello back to the rest of the family with many hugs and kisses for as this letter may be the last in my midst of despair. All the letters I received from you are in my keepsake box and I am always reading them every night before I go to sleep. Today we have been training with the legion and had sweet red wine with leftover dry biscuits to keep us warm throughout the night. There is not much food except for hard biscuits, coffee, cheese and apple cider vinegar. Oh mother, how I dearly miss you and Nona. I wish there was a heating pad, my body is sore, especially my legs and arms. 1 week ago, I hurt my arm, the nurse told me it could of been worse. Right now I’ am tired, trying to keep my eyes open to finish this letter. My dear friend Johnny Scampi died 2 days ago, I am saddened with anguish and irritability to perform daily tasks. The battlefront has many ****** soldiers laying on the cold front ground. At the time of 23:00 I need to get my rest so me and the legion can wake up rejuvenated for the next day to train in the trenches before France comes to attack the battlefront. Mice are lingering inside the trench trying to find shelter, I have never felt so afraid and lonely in my entire life. Soldiers are catching sickness, lice and mental disabilities which have most of our veterans sent back to their families. Captain Kirk tells us, “You must be strong, be a WARRIOR! Be the man inside you, each and everyone”. He sure knows how to keep the soldiers motivated. Tonight it is snowing, the sky is cloudy with a pink/purple haze and winters wind blowing ashes and dust near and inside the trenches, a little fire has been lit to keep us warm. 50, 000 navy died and are expected to live as little up to 3 weeks. Germany has released new carbon chlorine gases and given Austria also Italy equipment and how to survive when it bursts out in the front. A horse is out in front of our trench in case of emergencies.
I have never in my life felt the truth of a sin in front of my Lord God, each night I pray, hoping one day to come home safely and live a normal life, which is to be with my family once again.
I know this isn't a poet, but i thought to post this for feedback and if i need any corrections through my trench letter of WORLD WAR 1. Thank you. Please comment below on your thoughts.