Soldier 3: We who hit the beach and lived were guided by the hands of God. Mother: My dear Joe, we saw in the papers that your division is attacking Iwo Jima. Do you think you'll be able to bear living with me? I don't doubt that many a night. I'm twice as independent and I shall definitely have to work all my life. Wife 2: Darling, I must admit, I'm not exactly the same girl you left. I ran down the garden to the fruit tree, shouting for your mother, and she looked up and I said, "A letter from Bob, written the 3rd!" And we embraced. Hurried to the mailbox and tore open the envelope. Wife 1: When the letter came, I was fixing lunch for the children. It's hard to express but mail gives me just that much greater desire to come back from each skirmish with the enemy. Soldier 2: One really lives for letters from home out here. All of a sudden the night came alive with flashes and streaks of light. And you could take a quick glance at white, drawn faces. The plane was dark except when someone lit a cigarette. My recommendation is in, and, and I will be promoted if I live. It is an odd feeling to watch them go, one by one. Soldier 4: I am the last officer that is left, of five. As to eats, doughnuts got too dry on route. Soldier 3: Dear Mother, the knitted socks arrived okay. Old Jerri Bosch, but 500 yards from where I am writing. Soldier 2: This comes to you, Walter, from my headquarters on the front line. I took out bed ticking and filled with straw. Your affectionate son.ĭear Cousin Grace, reached camp last night, about 11:45. Your letters are the one pleasure and you know my love. These nearly two weeks have contained all of the fatigue and horror that war can furnish. Soldier 3: Before you get this you will know how immense the butcher's bill has been. I shall be glad when this war is over and you get safely back to us. My wood is all saved up and I've got it paid except the two chords of hardwood. Wife 2: Dear Husband, we are well and get along first rate. Wife 1: Dear Ed, when you get this picture you won't say any more about my getting another chap, for you will see that I have grown so homely that a fellow must be a fool to have anything to say to me. Today's mail has made up for past injustice and neglect by bringing me five envelopes, four enclosing letters and one, even better, a toothbrush. Soldier 2: My Dear Mother, I have just time to write you a word that I'm in bully condition and have got to enjoying the life much. The last five miles of that march was perfect misery having been on our feet 36 hours. We kept on to Washington more dead than alive. Captain Smith was struck by a round shot and completely cut in two. The rebels opened a very destructive fire upon us. Dear Mother, I received your letter after our return to camp.
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