Letter To Akiva's Escape

Dear Rance Davis: Associate Dean of Student Life, 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

I am ecstatic to know that you are alive and well. It feels like it has been an eternity since you were born 23 years ago in our very own home in England. I still remember the day that I had to leave you, tears swelling up in my eyes,

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

I am really glad to hear that you are the Republican nominee for president. I believe that you are exactly what we need to “Make America Great Again.” My family and I thoroughly enjoyed listening to you and your family speak at the Republican Convention. The reason I am writing to

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

The Bayeux Tapestry Tanika Ross Professor Stuart Collins Humanities 111 February 21, 2012 Tanika Ross 987 Any Street My Town, LA 97531 February 21, 2012 Tyren Ross 789 Trucker Lane Your Town, TX 13579 Dear Tyren, I hopeful this letter finds you glowing and not extremely tired as you drive the highways and byways throughout this paradise called America. Realizing

I know it has been a long time since I´ve wrote to you. I have been quite busy, hence the time difference of the letters I write. But more importantly, I wrote to say that I miss you , Mary, and Mama very dearly, where the time apart has left me quite homesick. Otherwise, if you haven't already known, my squad and I are headed in to Sicily, Italy. I know! How exciting! I will have to see if I can visit our Aunt Sally up in Rome.

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

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

April 6th, 1917 is when my family began to fall apart little by little. That day is the day the United States entered World War l. It was a normal day like any other I did my chores and helped my mom make breakfast for our

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.

Ma’ma: I am so relieved that I received this letter from you. 5 years have gone by since the end of the war and knowing that you are safe brings great joy to my heart. The years that I worked for you were not entirely the greatest of my life. I suppose that you and the old master were good to me on feeding me and giving me a home but from the good times that I can remember being on the farm, there was also the bad times. Not so much for me to despise you but enough for me to tell you that I can not go back to work for you. It breaks my heart knowing that my old master was killed during the war along with your children as well. My heart goes out to you knowing that you are all alone with no one to help you around the farm but I am doing well

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 hope this letter finds you well, and that you can read my handwriting! I’m writing this note to you for two reasons that give me so much joy to tell you about.

In your letter, you asked me to tell you something of what I am going through. I can not go into too much detail, because all outgoing mail is censored by our officers, but I feel it is time I tell you something of the war.