december 13 1914 lovely lucille the time has come for me to move to the frontlines
December 13, 1914
Lovely Lucille,
The time has come for me to move to the frontlines, we leave in an hour to maneuver through the communication trenches and continue the fight. I am very scared for what lies ahead of me. At night, I can hear the whistles blow as the commander yells. “Over the top!” A young man was back here in the support trench the other day and I heard him say, “...the bodies we could not get from the German wire continued to swell ... the color of the dead faces changed from white to yellow-gray, to red, to
purple, to green to black” I believe his name was Robert Graves or something of the sort. I do not want that to become my fate. Stuck on the German barbed wire, being obliterated by the artillery shells over and over again. I pray we will meet again soon my love.
Yours forever,
Max
December 13, 1914
Lovely Lucille,
The time has come for me to move to the frontlines, we leave in an hour to maneuver through the communication trenches and continue the fight. I am very scared for what lies ahead of me. At night, I can hear the whistles blow as the commander yells. “Over the top!” A young man was back here in the support trench the other day and I heard him say, “...the bodies we could not get from the German wire continued to swell ... the color of the dead faces changed from white to yellow-gray, to red, to purple, to green to black” I believe his name was Robert Graves or something of the sort. I do not want that to become my fate. Stuck on the German barbed wire, being obliterated by the artillery shells over and over again. I pray we will meet again soon my love.
Yours forever,
Max
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December 13, 1914
Lovely Lucille,
The time has come for me to move to the frontlines, we leave in an hour to maneuver through the communication trenches and continue the fight. I am very scared for what lies ahead of me. At night, I can hear the whistles blow as the commander yells. “Over the top!” A young man was back here in the support trench the other day and I heard him say, “...the bodies we could not get from the German wire continued to swell ... the color of the dead faces changed from white to yellow-gray, to red, to purple, to green to black” I believe his name was Robert Graves or something of the sort. I do not want that to become my fate. Stuck on the German barbed wire, being obliterated by the artillery shells over and over again. I pray we will meet again soon my love.
Yours forever,
Max
