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My dearest sweet clara, it has been so long since i have heard your sweet voice, it has rained for several weeks here at the front, the hun pound our position day and night in preparation for the terrible assault, I pray i survive to feel your warmth once again, how are the children? are they well? at night i can almost hear their sweet voices calling my name.... oh clara.... the war has taken from us the best, my commander died of shrapnel, last week, my friend jackson died last night, the mud had taken his feet, rotted to the bone, he died of sepsis, at night you can hear men scream as they're awoken from the rats Gnawing on their exposed flesh, I pray this dreadful war ends, but i fear i will not live to see your face once again, yours truly, anon.
