Second World War-Personal Narrative

It was mid-October and in the twenties, because it was October as was I am finishing my route. As I biked the town seemed so beautiful. I like this job because it helps me get away. I had woken up with Abelard screaming about friends lost in the war. Jacob had to come over help him. Jacob was a friend of the family and was also referred as an hyphenated American. The two had been bullied at the start of the Great War long before it came to America.

12th March 1915: The day hadn’t started out differently to any other day. I had just been out to milk the cows and feed the calves. As I was walking back to the farmhouse for breakfast, I met Dad, who had come back from the markets. He stopped the truck beside me and wouldn’t look me straight in the eye. That was when I knew there was something wrong. He wordlessly passed a brown envelope out of the truck window. “GOVERNMENT OF NEW ZEALAND” was emblazoned in bold red print across the front. My heart lurched, constricting my throat. As I opened it, my worst fear was confirmed. In small lettering it announced, “Mr Michael Jones, we need you to protect our country.”

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 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

I am writing you in a moment where i feel safe writing without the enemy coming down on me. I miss you both so very much and I wish I could be home with you again. I am very sorry I haven't wrote you in a long time but for months the enemy has attacked now. It has honestly been one of the scariest and most difficult times in my life. I know that this fight is when I feel the most detached from you but these are the moments that I am really serving you the most.

I can’t even describe how much I miss you, but I will see you sooner than later. Love, Gage” That letter gave me hope that they would return home safe and healthy with no harm done. Later that day I went outside and played hopscotch with my friends Sally, Susan, and Kim. They asked me how I’m doing with my brother and dad being gone, and I told them that I believed they will come home safely.

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

I must conclude this letter, for I am being called out to battle once again. I love you with all my heart and I count the days until I will see you again. When I return home we will go to that ice cream shop you adore so much.

I was assigned my first mission, I was transported to the German army I have waited for this moment; for my line of duty that I would be apart in. Everyone was in a complete panic; all over the news was constant reminders that Austria army has declared war against Serbia. I knew that it wasn't going to end well, then again, doesn't war never end well? Bloodshed, men dying. Bombs. It was going to be complete chaos. Chaos, chaos, chaos. The thing that never ends. Everyone always getting their underwear tied in knots; because of something someone didn't like; or got accused of, and is determined to prove that it wasn't them who did it and decided to point their finger and get another country of billions of people. Now, everyone in every once

I miss you very much. I hope you are ok in America. I wanted to write you a letter to update you on some of the changes that have happened in our country and in our family since you moved to America.

I miss you all greatly so it brings me joy to say that I will be coming home in the next few weeks. Everyone is fighting a long and hard battle, if things continue in our favor we will come out victorious. Unfortunately, father got went somewhere around Georgia to talk with the French so I don’t know how he is doing.

I love you all so very much. I wish I could express my love for you in words, but it is impossible. I would give anything to see you all again. Please pray for me and for everyone in this war because none of us expected so many deaths. Please pray for the diseased soldiers families. I know I am being very repetitive, but I love all of you so so much. I am fighting for all of you. I must go now, but I will try to write again soon. Please don’t lose

I felt I needed to help with World War 1. I got the flu and was not able to leave for Europe. The war ended before I recovered. They did call me though, and offered me a job as an ambulance driver. My mom signed my passport for my dad and herself. She told me she thought that if she didn’t sign, I’d run off anyway. Bless my mom. Once I got to England, they started driver’s training with me, although I’m sixteen. I didn’t think that driving would actually be doing so much. My crew says I have the best looking ambulance because I have sketched all my cartoons on the sides of it. I just couldn’t stop drawing! They say I’m also the best tour guide. I’ve sent a few drawings home of Parisian street scenes and political cartoons home for the high

It's been too long since I have written back to you but, I just want to let you know that I am fine. Essentially, being a fighter pilot is not so easy as you don't get a lot of free time and you never know when you are going to come back to your base… or if you even are. Thats why its been really stressful here. But, thinking of you and our kids and my family at home is the only thing that has kept me going. I love all of you and I am really grateful for you. Furthermore, some nights I can't even go to sleep I just keep on thinking about what might happen in the next hour or day. I mean, I kind of have an advantage to being a fighter pilot in the sense that I am in the sky and an aircraft can move rather quickly. But, you just see things

Forgive me if I am not clear or am misinterpret, for it is not easy to write this letter. I have to find time to address how I feel since the working conditions are unbearable and the lack of down time we receive is to the minimal. I would love to thank you personally for the amount of support the family has given me in going to war. In all honestly, it was not the most of what I expected it to be. The constant fear of intruders attacking our barriers, makes the idea of sleeping a living nightmare. I haven’t had a good’s night sleep in months.