Persuasive Letter For The Xcom Project

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Got some time to spare in my dugout to finish my monthly green envelope. The officers will probably not be censoring this one. Maybe at the Base. I received a letter from you few weeks ago dated Feb 5. You must be worried since the last envelope I had sent you few months ago. I am well. But its was very unfortunate for one of my buddies in the dugout had been heavily wounded in the Arras area and died when he was treated. Many had been killed in action too. On the other hand John is as usual. He has always been convincing himself that he would live through the war for his wife and daughter back in Canada. Please give his regards to his family.

Today we lost our Captain who I thought was very good and now since he has passed away they think they should put me up a harmless medic up for the role of guard at night time, I’m not even sure how to shoot a gun properly let alone whilst been under pressure. I’m now sitting down on the ground late at night on guard and having to write this letter as fast as possible to be able to let you guys know how I am travelling and to inform you of the progress. My hearing has declined since I left home and isn’t getting much better with all the loud noises going off around me, and my health hasn’t been the greatest since being at Harper's Ferry, but I’m sure once this war is all over I will recover fully or will minimal loss of hearing. People think being a medic is easy but it is actually rather hard, I rather not be one but it is helping other people out so I feel obliged to help out I think. I can tell you one thing, if I ever live to get back home, I won't be doing another one I can tell you that. I suppose you are still making the cider so if you get a chance to send me something, could you please send me a bottle full of our family’s cider, and some fresh apples as well thanks, please don't try to send me any cake or anything that will get smashed this time because last time the cake you guys baked for me got smashed and didn’t last long. I haven’t got any news to send you about my

I'm emailing you on behalf of the Voyager Team. We understand that Seth is diagnosed with ADD and taking medications at home, but we are concerned as a term with his behavior in class and in the hall. We are hoping that you can help us by talking to Seth about his behavior.

Please accept my most personal condolences and deepest sympathy on the recent death of your son, SPC Patrick Eugene Boss, an American Soldier, and a respectable man. He will truly be missed. It is an honor to have been able to serve with such a great American.

I extend my deepest sympathy to you in your recent loss of your mother, Staff Sergeant Stephanie W. Plank. I share your loss, as she was one of my finest Soldiers. I cannot begin to imagine what you are going through and the impact this loss will have on you. I pray that God may bring comfort and peace to your family during this most difficult time.

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

Please accept my deepest sympathy on the loss of your son, SPC Patrick E. Boss,

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.

Please accept my deepest sympathy on the loss of your Mother, SSG Stephanie W. Plank. As you know, Stephanie deployed with the 1st Brigade, 10th Mountain division, to the National Training Center (NTC). On May 31st, 2013 while in her military vehicle, her truck overturned in Death Valley ultimately leading to her death. More details of the incident will be available to you as soon as they arrive. Please know that the unit is treating Stephanie’s personal effects with the utmost care and will forward them to you as soon as possible. Please know that we share in your period of bereavement. She was an outstanding Soldier and the Army will not be the same without her. Please let us know if there is anything that we can do to better support you

Dear Ms. Porter: Please accept my deepest, heartfelt sympathy on the loss of your son Specialist Patrick E. Boss, who was serving our grateful nation in Iraq. Patrick’s death has taken a son from his mother, a friend from his fellow Soldiers in Iraq, and of course from his other family and friends at home. As you know, Patrick was part of 1-22 Infantry Battalion as our Human Resource Information System Specialist. He was an important part of our unit and many of the young Soldiers looked to him as a source of advice since this was his third deployment. He was quick to offer that advice and to use his experience to help his fellow Soldiers. On March 10, 2010, Patrick was leave for Rest and Recuperation Leave when the convoy he was in was attacked.

The day started just like any day at FOB (Forward Operating Base) Sharana, in Afghanistan. I woke up at 0630 grabbed my uniform, shower hygiene, and walked to the shower trailers, so I could go to duty at 0900. Walking back from the showers I began to think about my family. I wish they understood how much I love them. Mommy is not leaving them, but doing this for them. Tears began to form in my eyes. I can do this, I will just call them later to tell them how much I love them, and that mommy misses them. As I was walking back I ran into Chief Warrant Officer 2 Tutt. CW2 Tutt was in the same company that I was in. He was a nice, strong, caring leader. He was a preacher back at our home station. As he approached me, I noticed he was crying. I’ve never seen him cry before. “What’s wrong?” I asked. “It’s Delgado” he said while beginning to cry harder. “He…he…shot himself!” I could barely make out his last words because he was so emotional. He shot himself? There’s no way, I just talked to him last night! “When did you find this out chief?” “It happened right now! I heard a gunshot and ran to see what was happening…and there he was…I couldn’t save him!” I noticed CW2 Tutt looking down at his hands. He still had blood on them.

Please accept my deepest sympathy to you and your family on the loss of your son, Specialist Patrick E. Boss. There are no words that can express my condolence during this moment of sorrow. I understand that this loss has taken Specialist Boss away from his family, friends and that the United States Army has lost an outstanding Soldier.

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Thanks for writing to me and my brothers some time back. I hope Chester is O.K. I just wanted you to know what’s happened to us since we joined the army. This is an awfully bloody war, and we have been in the thick of it. I have never seen so many dead and wounded soldiers. I guess I’m one of the lucky ones. I had one of my legs hurt so bad they had to cut it off below my knee. I had a good doctor and my nurse is just wonderful. They are going to send me to a larger hospital in a couple of days that is further behind the lines. Freddie was with me during the battles and was stabbed in the back by a rebel soldier. I was able to save him by getting a medic on the battle field to get him to a field hospital. I think he will be O.K., but his right