Nov. 5, 1917
Dear family,
It is the 5th of November 1917. We are dealing with the reality of the oncoming winter here in France. I am sad to inform you that my past few years at war have not been my best years yet. We have suffered through bullet wounds, minimal food and shelter, and awkward sleep. The days grow slower and slower as we wait to rejoice completion with our loving family, lovers, and friends. We are forced to dig holes in the ground that shelter us for days on end as we take turns surveying the area. We have spent our nights sleeping by thousands of rats stuffed to the size of cats (since they fed of our deceased fellow soldiers) or exchanging enemy gunfire with “the other side”. We are also forced to release ourselves in holes in the floor thus forcing us to suffer through the prominent smell of our excrements. Although, all will be well once we meet again!
Your dearest soldier, Neil
Neil B.
P.S. Please know that knowing I have a family to look forward to seeing is what is keeping me going through the canned meals and freezing evenings.
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