Here in the trenches I lay. Dead bodies surround me. Mum I am scared I want to come home. My hands slightly quiver. I miss your divine dinners, lunch and breakfast. Nurses race to save injured men but it is too late for them. The lice bite them in their sleep I know how they felt now. All us soldiers may come back dead or alive. We sit in the trenches waiting till the end. We have to eat bully beef and dry crackers... disgusting! There are horses running around wildly. My feet sink into the damp mud. I want to come home to see your beautiful face. I may come back dead or alive but I will always love you. XOXO Lots Of Love. JESSICA.
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