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My letter from World war 1
Transcript of My letter from World war 1
Where are you fighting or working? Are you fighting in the trenches, working in a hospital, or doing some other kind of task?
Why are you where you are? Did you volunteer for service or were you conscripted? If you volunteered, what did you hope to accomplish? If you were drafted, how do you feel about the process?
What are your comrades like? Are you fighting with U.S. or French troops? Are you working with doctors and nurses? Do your comrades accept and respect you?
What might be unique about your experiences? How are they similar to those had by other Americans fighting or working abroad?
Have you come in contact with any of the new technologies of WWI? Which ones? How did this affect your experience in Europe?
How has your experience changed the way you see yourself? How has it changed the way you see others?
I was drafted to Germany to fight in the trenches. The horror is unimaginable-I know I volunteered to help the war effort but I never fully comprehended what i was getting myself into. When I volunteered I just wanted to support my country and protect it. I don't understand why we are killing for peace....It's like drowning to float.
Unfortunately, my commander is an American. He treats me fairly because I am a U.S. citizen but he treats my negro brother like a worthless dog. Although he respects me, he doesn't accept the fact that I am friends with a negro.
My life has taken a drastic change this year. Yet, I have no right to complain because I'm reminded of the other three million soldiers suffering and battling over this war. In fact I shouldn't be complaining at all-I'm still alive! Yes, I've lost both of my legs and yes, it is challenging, but I'm alive.
This war has been so significantly different than all of the others I've been involved in because of the updated weapons. This is as much a battle of wits as it is physical because you have to know how to operate these machines such as tanks and machine guns. If you aren't familiar with these weapons, you might as well be worthless.
I'm hardly the same man I left behind. I have an overwhelming feeling of compassion for mankind because of their effort and compassion to support such an invulnerable cause. It has changed my outlook on the world and the injustice of our society. Although i have lost my legs, I don't see myself as damaged-I find myself strong and victorious.
I desperately and patiently await the next time I get to see you my beloved. But, in this time in between, keep me in your prayers as I do for you and don't be grieved. I am fighting for your protection and safety every waking hour.
~ Mathew Wilson