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Dear Mum and Dad,
Today my friend got shot while he was going to the toilet. I was very sad.
Our trench has a roof. I was eating a biscuit when some of the Turks started shooting at us, so I threw my biscuit at one. He was screaming, as it went in his mouth. He choked on it and died.
I brought my pack of cards. While we were playing Last Card, a shell landed in our trench and some schrapnel went into my leg, badly injuring it. I am alright and still fighting. I have a new job - I pick out people and shoot them. I am a sniper!
The sun is going down and the moon is coming up. We have to sleep standing up, but I get to sleep in a chair because of my leg. There are rats crawling up your pants every five minutes.
I just wish this silly war would end so I can come home - I want some of Mum's famous lasagne again!
Lots of love from Leigham.
Article posted April 28, 2012 at 10:02 PM •
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