We pretended we were soldiers in the war and wrote letters home to our families.  Here are a few of our letters.

Dear Beloved Mother,

Ghastly food like you are eating mushed up gravel.    Absolutely yuck!  Smoke and dust fills the air like night.  Lots of fireworks in the sky though.  The noise can make a person deaf.  I am pulling my collar up over my nut to feel the warmth of my own breathe.  I am in the trenches now.  Life in the trenches means wet mud up to your knees.  I can't wait until I am home.  Could you please cook some of your blueberry pies in the post.  Anyway got to go, I am seeing planes coming this way.  They might drop some 'eggs'.

See you hopefully soon,

Love Martha.


Dear Kelly,

The weather is terrible.  I am in the hospital with wounded people I need to look after.  I hear booms of shrapnel hitting people and gas exploding and tiny bullets zooming across the grey sky.

I hate what I get for tea, it's always stew, stew, stew!  It is revolting!!

We all wish this war was over.....
Days are alright, but nights are cold and miserable.  I want to get out of here.

Bye for now,
Love Brooklyn


To my dearest Dad,

The weather is freezing.  I'm  going to the tops to lay some wire.  I heard last night bullets whistling by.  A shell hit my 'digger'.  Hope he is ok, he got sent to the medical hut.  I went to visit him.  I felt so sorry for him.

I do miss you all (so much!)

From your dearest son
(Harry M)