My beloved family,
I’m soon to return if I survive this horrendous war. I can’t stand this anymore. I see all my friends slowly die in pain. I live in fear hoping that I am not the next one to pass away in these horrible trenches. It is very painful, you can hear gunshots like if the gun was shooting right next to your ear and you hear the pitiful screams of soldiers from every corner. What makes this whole dreary situation worse are the trenches and living conditions. I hate it here, I want to come back and see all of you and get together and talk and have dinner like a family.
I hate this war! Many innocent people are getting killed for nothing! NOTHING! What we do is upsetting. There is no need for this; peace is what we need. It was all okay until Archduke Franz Ferdinand got assassinated by a Serbian. Can you imagine living like me? I cry every night and ask myself ‘Why am I living a life like this? I don’t deserve it, this is hell on Earth.” I pray to the Lord that he would answer my prayers and help me out throughout these tough times.
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I always wanted to visit here. But not this way, the city is torn up and it looks dull and destroyed, you can look at it and be ashamed. The Germans are the toughest out there. We are getting destroyed. Just like me, I am currently at a nursing tent while writing this. I had a near death encounter. I was interrogating the Germans by stealing a dead German’s suit and going to their side saying I escaped from America’s side. I went out to try to end the commander in chief of the German Army, Kaiser Wilhelm II. It was a suicide mission but I went with it, I got to him, I was lucky enough to shoot his leg, then all his troops went after me, I had to get out of there all alone by myself with barely any ammunation and I managed to get through. I was battle damaged from that, If it wasn’t for a fellow soldier that saw me I would have died. He took me to the nurse tent and the nurse fixed me