once we did this we had to write a letter home about our experience in the war:
Dear mum
I saw Sammy the other day. I saw him get sent other the top everyone in the platoon from our town sent other the top. I was him get shot and his limp body fall back into the trench and I couldn't do anything to help him. If they had come back over they would have been shot there no escaping the death around me. The sound of rusty saws wont leave my mind as I have to cut through my patients legs to get rid of the trench foot. The break of the bone and the screams ring in my ears all day long. The screams give me nightmare. Every night I wake up picturing the horrific sights in my head from the things I've seen. The mustard gas is the worst. The way it burns the skin whe the solidiers cant to get to their masks on time and I can't do anything to help them. There is not much more I can deal with I just want to come home.
Ellie
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