A Postcard For Home
Sad Situations, Projects, Writing 5 Comments »25 of April 1915
Dear Family,
I’ve just got off the ship and onto little boats.
People are drowning already. We had to run up
the beach with bullets flying everywhere. I am really
scared, my friends were dying all around me.
I don’t want to stay here it’s the most scariest
thing in the world. I’ll write again in about three
months.
Have to go
Peter
15 of July 1915
Dear Family,
My friends are all dead for except Jack.
Jack is a stretcher carrier. He’s found
a donkey, that helps him carry the
wounded back to the trenches. We call
him the bravest of the brave. I’ve got
wounded but now I’m fine. I’ve shot some
people dead even though I didn’t want to.
I really miss you guys.
Peter
30 of July 1915
Dear Family,
Jack my only friend that was still
alive has died. He got shot while saving a
soldier. That soldier was me. The donkey
kept on carrying me down even though Jack
got shot. I feel guilty for Jack’s death.
It also stinks a lot, it smells of dead bodies.
Bye Peter
Photos from http://www.greatwar.nl/
Naomi




