Trenches

Gallipoli 4th April 1915

Dear loved ones

I’m missing you more than you imagine, it's not the same here like back at home.

It’s not like fighting your siblings, there's no going back or forgiveness, it’s war. All i wish for right now is to be at home with you guys.

I’m by far home sick.

You see there are bombs and grenades coming out of nowhere and causing destructive bombshells. There’s erupting mushroom clouds of fire radiating in all different directions and exploding into flashes of light. The dull dark sky wraps around our earth in dispose of light.

Everywhere around me there’s ear splitting sounds that surround me, the noises of people's last winded breaths. The crackling fire burning ash explosions. The men charging through thick squelching mud that disappears down men's boots and soaks into their socks. planes dropping falling bombs full of gunpowder then the smoke crashing over our heads and filling the air.

It’s like escaping for your like here but trying to save your country at the same time.

I can feel the excruciating pain of adrenaline rushing down my spine. My broken heart  separates into shatters of sad and loneliness. I’m dehydrated and exhausted. My throat feels like rubbing your hand down concrete. I haven’t had water in days, i can’t wait for this terrible pointless war to be over, and to come home to be with my family by the warm fire. Instead of going to sleep like a pig in a disgusting mucky reeking trench.

Your sincerely

Henry xoxo (hope all is well)