posted on Mar, 9 2007 @ 03:19 AM
This was originally an assignment for a History of class of mine, but it
has become more than just an assignment.
This is completely of my own creation, and if such a person as the
character exists, it is merely coincidence.
My dearest Lucille,
I apologize for not sending you correspondence sooner, the fighting in
the last month or so has increased, and there are more attacks than
when I wrote my last letter.
The German squadron that we are fighting seems to have received an
influx of new recruits, at least that is what I suspect, as they have
recently become more aggressive and are more often on the offensive.
During the brief moments of peace, I have been able to talk with some
of the English and French troops, whom we were sent here to support.
They are true patriots, dedicated to there cause for which they fight.
I don't pretend to know the feelings that they are are experiencing, but
none the less, I support them.
Several days ago during a nighttime trench raid, midway through no-
mans-land the Germans found us out and started firing on us.
Thankfully I only received a burn from a bullet grazing my arm.
However though, not everyone was as lucky. Three men from my unit
were hit, the luckiest one died instantly, from a shot to the head, the
other two however both received fatal hits, and are now in the hospital
(if you can even call it that) dying slow and painful deaths.
We recently had a severe rainstorm, the trenches have become rivers
of mud, detriment and blood, thankfully though we have nearly finished
clearing them out.
When I stop to think about the cause of this dreadful war, I'm struck by
how odd it truly is, the assassination of a man from a country that is'nt even
directly involved in this war by a man from yet another country that is'nt
directly involved either.
It seems to me, that maybe this was simply an excuse for Germany to
Upon thinking about it, Darwin's ideas cease to be as far fetched, perhaps
we are nothing more than animals, as no civilized society would commit
the atrocities of this despicable war.
One of the few good things about where I am, is that there is a small
town, St. Lorraine, about seven or eight miles away.
Some of the French soldiers have set-up a burlesque house of sorts in
the rear trenches, though I must admit, I'm never quite able to tell if
the entertainer is a local St. Lorraine girl, or a fellow soldier dressed
Do not worry though my love, woman or man could ever hope to com-
pare to your beauty, and the thoughts of you waiting for my return are
more than enough to subdue any temptations that I may have.
I am lucky enough to be in a an area that is relatively well supplied.
Weapons and ammunition are in great supply, and while the food is quite
deplorable for the most part, we do occasionally receive real food.
Some of my fellow soldiers have set-up a sort of trade system as well,
so it is possible to obtain something good to go with most meals.
Sadly my dear Lucille, I must end this correspondence, the fighting seems
to be starting yet again, and I must tend my post.
Give my regards to all, and remember that I will love you always, and
should I meet the-end, we will met again and be together eternally in
Jacob Anthony Kinsington
Post date: September the 13th 1918.
[edit on 3/9/2007 by iori_komei]