11/04/1915
Hello dad,
I wish I was at home with you I'll fill you in on the stuff going on around here; we are dying of thirst, hunger and immense pain. Most of us anyway. I don't know what else we would be dying from?
Outside our trenches, the battlefield is covered in bleeding wounded soldiers, friend and foe. My friends and I will fight for victory just for our sake. Every time you step you here a crunch of sculls and bombshells. My feet are damp and blistering. Athletes foot is rather common so we all have have to wear bone dry bandages wrapped around our rotting feet. Victory is scarce and so is our lives but we must go on, not until the war ends.
The deafening sound of gunfire hurts our ears and I've already blown an ear drum . every day the crimson blood oozes out of it down on my elephant skin neck. Shrills of pain and victory surrounds the war grounds.
I still have love for you father it will not be lost even if I die
Love Elliott
xxx
The deafening sound of gunfire hurts our ears and I've already blown an ear drum . every day the crimson blood oozes out of it down on my elephant skin neck. Shrills of pain and victory surrounds the war grounds.
I still have love for you father it will not be lost even if I die
Love Elliott
xxx
