Today marks the grand marking of 3 months since I left home with my friends to show those Central Powers what we got. The war will end any day, and I can not wait to be just a part of the great American war effort. With every battle, we get closer, even if just by a few hundred feet, to the homeland. Honestly speaking, however, I want it to end soon. Morale is something that is slowly dying, and I have tried to keep it up, but gradually, I feel it is falling. I started writing this letter to remember my life with you, Sally, and the kids, but it just makes me cry. Sally, I miss her so much. I miss her hair; it is just a tiny aspect, but these days, I miss it more. The golden hair flowed from her head as the wind breezed through the wind. I remembered lying under the stars when I suddenly had to wave her hair away because it ticked my face. I miss that. I miss those moments so much. In the bunkers, there is no wind, only a tremble, like that one earthquake we experienced a few years back. The only difference is that it never ends. No grass is on the ground; only mud sticks to your skin. I would go as far as to say that the ground is softer than these beds we lie on, but that may just be a combination of the haunting silence with the exceptions of those mice that like to steal food. Still, however, those feel noteless compared to how much I miss them. I miss everything about Sally, and Tim, and Carrie. I miss the great picnics we used to have where we would get every person from our community to eat together. The mundane conversations we would have. Now, we all eat these rations with this type of bread, which I swear could be used as a wall replacement. I am sorry if this letter is getting to you with marks of tear stains, but as I remember more and more of how this place is torture compared to my old life, I just get more frustrated about the fact that this great war is still on. Why can't it just end in peace? What stops me from just leaving here, buying a plane ticket home, and giving everyone the biggest hug I can? There is nothing evil with that; I just want to go home. No. I shouldn't entertain that idea. That choice is for cowards, and they will execute anyone who dares go through with that. For now, I must persevere. Goodbye, I will be home soon.
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