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Okay, I'm learning about World war 1 in History. It's actully really fun. But I'm not great at this writing thing. The aissgment is to write a letter home and pertent your a soilder living in the trenches. I'm subpose ot talk about the conditions. likes deaths, weather, Sicknesses. and so on. so far i have this.
Dear, Beloved
It’s so cold, and so dark. The screeching sounds of the battle fields keeps even the sky awake. As I look over, I can see dead human bodies, laying there with eyes wide open, The pain they suffered, and the pain my friends suffered. Everything’s so wrong.
When I got here, the trenches, I could smell the rotting bodies in the shallow graves, so much blood, and the number of people who just keep on dying. The fowl order of rotten sand bags and the chloride of lime, The browns rats that fed on dead bodies, eating the eyes, and liver. the bloodcurdling sights and smells that I’d could never forget.
There are a million of rats everywhere, color brown and black. The brown ones grow to the cat of cat sometimes if they get enough food. We would try to kill them whenever possible, but were always out numbered, there always seem to be more.
And I can't think of anything else to write. Okay so I maybe repaeting myself, but I just want to add more stuff on the get rid of all the space. lol... but anyways 2 questions. What else should i write about, and what do youthink so far?
Also, I really love learning about this. it's so interesting. but I don't usually write stuff liek these. I sketch
Dear, Beloved
It’s so cold, and so dark. The screeching sounds of the battle fields keeps even the sky awake. As I look over, I can see dead human bodies, laying there with eyes wide open, The pain they suffered, and the pain my friends suffered. Everything’s so wrong.
When I got here, the trenches, I could smell the rotting bodies in the shallow graves, so much blood, and the number of people who just keep on dying. The fowl order of rotten sand bags and the chloride of lime, The browns rats that fed on dead bodies, eating the eyes, and liver. the bloodcurdling sights and smells that I’d could never forget.
There are a million of rats everywhere, color brown and black. The brown ones grow to the cat of cat sometimes if they get enough food. We would try to kill them whenever possible, but were always out numbered, there always seem to be more.
And I can't think of anything else to write. Okay so I maybe repaeting myself, but I just want to add more stuff on the get rid of all the space. lol... but anyways 2 questions. What else should i write about, and what do youthink so far?
Also, I really love learning about this. it's so interesting. but I don't usually write stuff liek these. I sketch