WWI Response:


May 2nd, 1915
My dearest Claire,

Claire, how are you? I feel horrible that I had to leave you alone my dear. I miss you more than you could ever imagine. It is so hard to sleep at night, without you by my side. I cannot wait to come home and marry you! You are the love of my life; I cannot wait to come home. By Christmas you should be expecting me!
I heard there is a serious disease in North America, called the Spanish Flu? I hope you’re okay! Stay away from everything that could get you sick. I am so worried about you Claire. I think of you every second of the day. I am so sick of being here but I know that the more I fight, the closer I am to seeing you again.
Claire, the trenches are terrible. I am so glad you do not have be here to see it. When it rains, the trenches get filled up to my knees with mud. The water makes my gear unimaginably heavy. Sometimes some of the soldiers get scared, and they pee in the trenches… the smell is unbearable. The trenches are shorter than me so I have to duck all day long. My back is killing me. The worst of all is seeing all of those men, dead in the trenches. Stepping over their dead limp bodies gets to me every time. People are so desperate to get out of here that they will stick their hand out of the trench. When they do this, their hand gets shot so they are sent back home.
It is incredibly hard to sleep at night as bombs are dropping like raindrops around our heads. Rats are all over the trenches, scrambling to get leftover food, crawling over my exhausted body. Mostly all of my friends have lice now and soon I will have it… I have witnessed many deaths here, in the trenches. All I can say is that I am glad you are safe at home.
You will be pleased to know that my arms are getting buff! Holding a gun all day and wearing heavy gear is a workout! We carry machine-guns, the heaviest gun out there.
Claire, I miss you beyond belief. I am counting down every minute of the day, hoping this war will come to an end. All I can do is pray for you and dream of you.

With all of my love,

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