Letter to a loved one

It’s cold. So cold it — it goes deep into your bones, but there is one particular location I can go to obtain warmth and that is to think of you. I’m driven to the point of desperation, exactly where I really feel like giving myself up. But I have to continue the fight, as daily that passes, I am one day closer to becoming reunited with you. My mental and physical state decreases quickly as the death tolls about me continue to rise. Sitting alone in this damp, filth trench I hear the continuous blasts of artillery and the moans of every dying man, each man as innocent and sincere as the next, suffering although for no provided purpose.

I thank you, from the pit of my burning nauseous stomach, for giving me a purpose to keep powerful… to maintain fighting. I do this for you, you’re my strength and hope. I focus on returning to you, for us to be us, 1 once more. I assume if I fight challenging adequate and retain focused on you then nothing at all can cease me. Every other man believed that also. Numerous of the men I had befriended her are dead. John, James, Peter and George. All dead, from 1 gas attack. I’m attempting my greatest to describe this to you, but the only word I can feel of is evil. Unnecessary evil to us fighting. The corpse of a single man lies beside me, his rotting flesh stinking out this component of the trench. I can still see the blood coated bullet that killed him, shining slightly from his chest. His eyes are nonetheless open as if he’s staying at the sky, his mouth hanging open producing it look like he was attempting to say a thing.

Our lives must mean absolutely nothing to any one as every day we are sent to practically particular death and those who do survive and return to the trench can’t rejoice as we are sent back out once more, within a couple of short hours. It all appears fake, like a drastic nightmare, but it is only till you see your mates lying dead at your feet and you appear out more than the brutal fighting, that it all comes flooding back. The discomfort, the worry and the horrific sights all remind you that this is not a dream and the utter hell we are going by way of is real.

I’m not certain of when this will finish, but I pray…

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