Letter to Home

To my dearest wife,

     I hope you are doing well at home with my mother. Please take care of her, and tell her I'm fine and still doing well and working very hard in the military. Because of the recent death of the artillery commander I have been promoted out of the trenches, finally.  The trenches were some of the worst experiences of my life.  There was disease everywhere and rats running throughout the trenches eating human flesh. Now instead of sitting in trenches waiting for my feet to rot and the explosions to stop, I seem to endlessly the bomb the German lines to make way for our boys. After we stop our barrage of shells my friends, fellow soldiers, and commanding officers pour over the trench wall usually to their death but some make it to the opposite trench to take care of the remaining Germans. But so far I have only slightly been affected by mustard gas, I was lucky enough to have my mask on in time. But do not worry about me Ill be alright I'm strong ill make it. 

Love,

Commander Killgore