Sorry I haven't written a note for ages. A war is about to go on. A few weeks ago my best mate died. I wish I could come home with you but sorry to say I can't. Every day a tear drips down my face from seeing all the dead bodies around me. The gun hits the dirt usually but I got hit in the arm the other day. I hate it when I hear the bombs go on. It always scares me. I love you guys. The gas bombs happen and I cover my face but soon I think I'll probably kick the bucket. Love you. I might see you in 1918 hopefully.
You are such a good writer and you have got so much good vocabulary. Good job
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