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@breljoset · 3/23/2026
Dear Anna, I have only thoughts returning home to you and the farm keep me in spirits. I waver in these days of ash and dirt clinging to my whiskers, perking up my ears at the sound of encroaching gun fire, digging out the boys who slip into the mud when it rains. All of the many things that are so unbearable, but none so unbearable as the trenchfoot.
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mim86
That is so beautifully written and so true. My great grandad served from Gallipoli to France in WW1. I have read some of his letters. Thank you for that.