Letter To Akiva's Escape

Thank you very much for your letter from November. I would like to tell you how much it warmed my heart, because even though you live in the US you are looking toward Israel, and you express your interest in the events that accompanies us. It shows me how much you love the country of Israel, and the Jewish people, and that you are not only generous but also caring.

I am writing this letter to thank you for your generous $700 Overstreet Scholarship. I am so appreciative and thankful for this opportunity and was so shocked that I was eligible for this. Receiving the scholarship was and still is such an amazing feeling inside for me and shows me I have more potential than I thought. I was selected as the recipient of your scholarship and have never been more grateful for the opportunity that you chose me and recognized me as an individual.

I have created this letter to you in necessity for myself. This letter will hopefully bring a close to a chapter of my life that was in immense need of ending. Also, this letter will hopefully allow you to create a more positive view of myself, as I believe you have never seen me in a good light.

I found some paper today and I wanted to write to you. I know it’s only been a few weeks since they took me to this camp and split us up but I still miss you a lot. I’m doing good, the camp that they brought me to isn’t too bad. We eat well, and there are not a lot of people (Bergen-Belsen United). I thought it would be more crowded, but it’s not. I’ve heard stories about the concentration camps, how sickness spreads and the food is scarce, the number of people there can be, but it's bearable (Bergen-Belsen Camp). The camp is big, there are at least four other camps that they keep people in (Bergen-Belsen), I don’t know how it is over there but I can only hope it’s decent. People from the other camps have come over here

I hope you are not distressed, nor should you worry about my return. This will be my 11th and the final letter I am sending home, my dearest apologies for the lack of letters, the war isn’t the place I thought it would be, the climate and conditions are horrid. The rest was the worst part, having to switch patrol areas to protect the frontline for hours, and then rest for a minimal time. Poor Jimmy died later earlier today, they say it was from diseases and sickness. I’ll need to be careful down in these trenches, fleas, and bugs crawling all over me. The ground is like quicksand, all the missiles, explosions and gunfire have turned the dirt into a sinking pile of mud all over the battlefield. My team, my second family are mostly gone… I don't

I hope this letter finds you well; if it finds you at all. I do not know where I am, I do not know where to go, and I do not know when I will be back. I am somewhere in America, working away in the fields under the scorching eyes of the sun and the overseer.

This is your father Aaron Rooplal. I know it would be years until it’s time for the both of you to read this letter. First, I want to apologize for being away from you so long. I know this isn't fair but I’m away for this business project in Japan just so that I’m able to provide a financially stable lifestyle for you and your superb mom who has been struggling so much on her own to take care of you both. This business project will be done before no time and I promise to come back with so many gifts for you both and make up for all the lost time.

I hope that you received that fist letter that I wrote you because it took me a lotta time and effort, especially

I do not know how to start this letter, how abandoned and alone I feel not seeing the sight of your face every day. It is not what I imagined when hearing the stories of those back home. Brainwashed by propaganda, to believe that war is honourable. I must call to mind to value each moment as it comes. The more time spent here is less time being left underfoot from the charging boots. Only at night, the screeching of shells is heard as they fall overhead. We are heading over top tomorrow, oh how my body trembles just the thought of it. My men and I currently sit by candlelight reading the bible in hopes to clear the mind for the task ahead. Showing looks of uncertainty. Our minds are in knots, clouded by the unknown as to whether or not we will make it through. We received new recruit that will be joining us tomorrow. They are oblivious as to what is to come, clueless to the horrific events that they will be faced with. Leaving behind scars. After a restless night in vicious gale force winds and descending rainfall. I am now faced with expanding sludge becoming harder to trudge, boots become unwearable. Each day feels endless like war is a never-ending cycle.

I thank you for taking the time to read my letter. I know that you are a busy man, so for you to read my letter means a lot. I do hope to hear back from you. Please feel free to contact me in any way that you

The bad news is that I have been accused of witchcraft. Basically, that means someone who knows I’m a witch has gone and told the Church and now I’m heading for the trials. The good news is that the people who run and do the tortures and death trials are away at a meeting quite a few villages away and will be gone for three weeks. This means my trial won’t come for a while and I still have a while to live. I don’t know whether I’m feeling happy about that or whether I just want to get to over and done with. But overall this will probably be the last letter I ever send you unless the soldiers never come back from their trip. Which is highly unlikely but one can only

I have been counting the months and years since I have last spoken to you. I miss you and our lovely child Emmy so much. Since I am not there, I hope she has been taking care of you from time to time. The mental strain of leaving my family behind hurts me every single day. If I could have bring you both, I would do so in a heartbeat. I wanted to find a suitable home in the north for our family if I ever found freedom. I will never forget the day in Fortress Monroe in Virginia. I stumbled across the Yankees that told me I was contraband. Apparently, it means I was not going to be brought back to our master, but I had to fight for the Yankees. I did not even know there was a war going on. I guess Master Johnson tried his best to keep this

Hello, we are three students from Norwood Park School, we are respectively named Gaby, Jake, and Concepcion. Currently, we’ve been learning about the Lost Boys of Sudan and as a final project, have been assigned to write a letter to one of the Lost Boys. As you already know, we’ve been assigned to you and to start this off: we are very sorry that you lost father and five uncles. And are very happy that your mother survived and you survived. We all are very interested in how you made it to America. We want to know in what made you keep

I hope your well, as you may of guessed I myself am not doing very well, as a lot has happened to me in these long ten years. By the time you receive this letter, I would of been dead for some time now, I hope my attorney delivered this letter safely to you, and that you are doing well. I often wondered where that rebellious teen who tried to steal from me that night had ended up? I sure hope no grave robbers come to try and steal my pocket book, but lord knows I would kick them right in the “blue jean sitter” if a fool was ever to try. I’m sure you remember that encounter that we had in the middle of the night on the street corner ten years ago, If not, I did not do my job. Remember when I pulled you up and dragged you to my house around

My dearest parents it's almost june. I hope this letter catches up with you. It's been wet but they have been calling for some sun. Everything here is the same old same. Fighting these Germans in these cramped up flooded trenches. I know dad isn't always proud of me and ain't much of a talker but tell him that i just got promoted to the operator of one of our tanks. I hope he is proud to call me his son when I am fixing up these tanks and shooting up these German soldiers.