26/12/14
Mom
Well this is it, my last letter, and I honestly don’t want to write it, but I have to. The artillery is coming down all around us, so it’s hard to write... but I just want to say, what a bloody horrible man we have in charge of us. The oaf came in at midnight last night, and yelled straight into all our ears, he was the leader of the whole battalion (including us) which were tasked in holding our ground – and he was furious at why we hadn’t strangled the Germans and not made them tea and wine, and well – all I could say was ‘We were sick of war’.
All we wanted was a little peace, our own Christmas present, and now the guy comes in and blasts us all down with his ranting. He told us that the artillery shelling right now will soften the Germans... and if we don’t finish of our new friends – hell make a mockery of us AND leave us on the French border.
I better go now Mom, looks like he’s back.
Lots of love
Thomas


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