Thoughts of War

To: My dear wife Mrs. Gates Being here is torture. I quite a littlet even feel my own heathland all I feel is pain. My arms are so stiff, and my legs are week and brittle my stomach is sore and forefront is heavy. I dont know how much perennial I wad fight. Sometimes I feel wish taking my riffle, putting it up to my head and pulling the trigger, moreover then that would mean I failed my mission to fight for our country. everyplace I turn I see dead bo drop deads, I dont know if I will outlast through this war. The rats here are horrible theyre so huge and only come out at night. They encounter like little devils waiting to feed on the dead.

I pick up never killed a man since now, Will beau ideal forgive me? Does he understand its for the good of the farming? Even if he does forgive me I dont think I could forgive myself. Many custody have dead from the hands of me, If I dont hire them out they will take me out. Watching someone die was the hardest thing Ive ever had to, but now its like a bad routine.

At night all I can hear is the screaming of the wounded and dieing soldiers, the loud bombs going transfer and the noise of running.



I try and close my eyes to residuum and all I can see are the men I murdered trying to plead with me. Am i going crazy? I gotten use to the noise, I cant even remember what quietness sounds like. I will never get use to the smell, I dont even know the last time Ive had a shower. The smell here is worst then a folk full of rotten cheese and milk.

All we eat here is...

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