Ww1 Informal Letter

Men were living outside for days or weeks on end, with limited shelter from cold, wind, rain and snow in the winter or from the heat and sun in summer. Artillery destroyed the familiar landscape, reducing trees and buildings to desolate rubble and churning up endless mud in some areas. The incredible noise of artillery and machine gun fire, both enemy and friendly, was often incessant. Yet soldiers spent a great deal of time waiting around, and in some quiet sectors there was little real fighting and a kind of informal truce could develop between the two sides. Even in more active parts of the front, battle was rarely continuous and boredom was common among troops, with little of the heroism and excitement many had imagined before the war. The Italian infantry officer Emilio Lussu wrote that life in the trenches was ‘grim and monotonous’ and that ‘if there were no attacks, there was no war, only hard work’.[1] The order to attack – or news of an enemy assault – changed

After days of hell, 6350 soldiers were dead, wounded, or taken prisoner of war. Yet, we had destroyed the bigger German army, holding our ground through chlorine gas and fire. My hand is shaking writing this letter. I don't remember how long ago it was but it felt like a lifetime. A lifetime

Lately, I’ve been losing sleep due to being waked up in the middle of the night from the sound of guns. Other soldiers and I have to crouch down in corners and empty our calibres. I have to keep watch for my things because if not they might get stolen. In the evening, the soldiers and I are aware of the the shells tearing down the barrier. When the sun rises some of the recruits are already green and vomiting because they are too inexperienced.

It’s been a while since I written in here I have just been so busy. 2 weeks ago I turned I turned 18 and was conscripted to go fight in the war. I can’t really say if the news made me happy or sad. I didn’t care anymore, my father had died already died almost a year ago. The news had really shattered my mother’s heart and now that I have been sent of I fear what will become of her. I have been trying to send her a letter for months now but have been told that it was too dangerous at this time.

It’s been quite some time since I wrote to you all last. I am so grateful for the two or three letters that I have received from you. The letters have helped me so much through these tough time and knowing once this war is finally over know I can return to a loving family. I’ve been in Maryland since the last time I wrote a letter to you and have had to deal with few injuries and casualties in two very hard battles in Maryland and fortunately I came out with no diseases. I see a great deal and could tell you a lot more than I can write if I could see you face to face. Our regiment did not have too many men wounded or killed compared to the

I made it through the first wave I am alive, The sights are not so great as you can imagine it is a war after all. I am currently in a trench writing this letter. There is a fat rat right in front of me. I hope I don’t get trench foot because if I do you’ll never see me walk again. All my friends I made are dead I miss them they were the only ones I had left going for me in the war.

I am Ella Karcewski reporting to you on this gloomy Spring evening, hoping that this war may soon be over. I am currently experiencing a day that I will never forget. The images that I am seeing, and the heartbreaking pain that I am feeling will never be erased from my naive mind. I feel nearly speechless and am saddened for those drastically affected by this war. I am encountering a tragedy as soldiers and horses alike are collapsing to the ground, screams of pain coming from their courageous bodies. Pouring rain is drenching horses and soldiers, and darkness is curtained over the gloomy sky. Ominous clouds fill the atmosphere above, and it seems that the sun wouldn’t dare peek out on this bellicose April day in 1915. All of this French territory

How are you and the kids? I miss you so much and wish I could be at home with you, John, and Anna. I don’t spend a day without thinking about you and the kids and it has been such long time since I’ve held you in my arms. How is the bakery business going? I hope running the business while taking care of John and Anna isn’t too stressful. I’m writing to you from a camp reserve right now, and it’s been a week since we captured Vimy Ridge. It has been so cold, wet, and muddy, and I’ve been struggling to keep warm so if possible, it would be helpful if you could send a few pairs of socks. While resting in the trenches during the battle,

I remember the smell, the sounds, the taste of blood. I remember seeing my comrades fall beside me, the sting of the cuts. The numbness as I fell alongside them, the sadness, the tears. The price of war, I believe my father said that to me before he died. I remember being lifted and carried, I remember a laugh. Then I felt my mind slowly becoming numb, and soon my mind was consumed by the darkness. Like a wildfire it spread from the farthest of places, destroying everything in its’ path. It was over, the war was lost, hope gone; at least until today….

I choose to read this letter because it appealed to me because of the short sentences, it shows the toll the war has taken on the soldier, “We captured a good many prisoners while in Mo. and killed a good many.” However, this soldier’s does seem to be hopeful of leaving this war alive, and reuniting with his family, but is somewhat doubtful, “I would give anything in the world to see you and the children. I have no idea when I will have that pleasure,” Many soldiers, as they marched off to face the enemy, had left behind a wife or sweetheart, and to them they would compose sweet, poignant, and occasionally funny letters that give life and personality to the participants in this great national conflict This soldier seems to know that his fate in the war is that he might will die at some point, but the pictures of his wife and kids give him the bit of hope.

Everywhere thick, hot gory blood drips from comrade’s wounds. The stench of death hovers in the air and encases every movement. A faint buzz whizzes into the ear drums as shells and bullets fluster by with brilliant flashes of light. These are the everyday encounters of a soldier on the front. No words can even begin to touch the realness of terror that soldiers experience every day. Young recruits are reeled into this torture and sacrifice everything they have and love for their country. Lively hopefuls are transformed into the unfeeling. The soldiers must think of memories as, “too grievous for us [them] to reflect on them at once.” (pp. 138) They forget, lest their state of mind plummet. Few, if any capture the graphic life and thoughts of the soldier better than Enrich Maria Remarque in his moving book All Quiet on the Western Front. This epic book follows a young German military recruit named Paul Bäumer and his classmates who come face to face with the gunfire of the Allies during World War I. Through Remarque’s well-chosen words and imagery, an average citizen is transported from their comfy home to the trenches and front lines of heated battle. In Enrich Maria Remarque’s All Quiet on the Western Front, he successfully illustrates what it’s like to be a soldier during war and the extent in which everyday people sacrifice their lives when fighting for their country.

Hey honny im sending you this letter for valentines day cause i know you love to hear about what goes on out here on the frontlines of the war. Its been mostly good for now weve been winning as i've been told but almost everyday theres a new disease trying to get to us everyday, mainly because of the rats. These rats even eat all of our food and sometimes i've seen some that are the size of full grown cats its dusgusting and there eating everything and spreading more disease then ever right now. The day is now november 18th and my commander says that the battle we just fought was called the battle of Somme and that there has been at least 1.2 million casualties on either sides of the battle but it has for the most part ended. Most of these

The human experience in war has been a common theme within military history throughout the past forty years. Many individuals have made efforts; which have gone to further impress the majority of the local soldiers who have served in the military, but not necessarily with overwhelming excitement, apart from only the generals and heroes of the war. My evaluation of this memoir is that it serves as a voice for soldiers and ex-soldiers to keep in their memory how things were like on the battlefield. Although, the memoir for war is among the oldest

Blind to the truth of what really happens. It’s times like this where I am forever grateful for the experience I have already been faced with gruesome events. Yet that hateful feeling of dread continues to tower over me each and every day. It’s challenging to recall what it was like for me the first I set foot on the battle field, as it seems like a lifetime ago. I suppose that I have lived a lifetime in these trenches. I wish that with every enemy I shoot it shall not say with me. A constant reminder of our sacrifices, I’m on edge as it feels like a continuous want for death. Bewildered as to when it will strike again shaken by the fact that it could be me carried away, or left in the barbarous

Trenches and life within those trenches have become an enduring topic from World War One. Throughout the war millions of soldiers experienced and endured the horrors of trench warfare. Some wrote down for posterity what these experiences were and as time has moved on from World War One more and more of these written documents – frequently in the form of a diary – have come to light. Others wrote about their experiences in book-form. On the British side “Goodbye to All That” by Robert Graves is considered a classic. For the Germans, “All Quiet on the Western Front” by Erich von Remarque was considered to be such a potent anti-war book that Hitler banned it. Over the years both books have sold in large numbers. In recent years “The Last Fighting