If I am to die in this horrible war, never forget me. I died for a good cause; I protected England and fought for lives; I was never bad. I have gone through absolute chaos and destruction; nowhere to go. I can’t run away from such horror. This place has a stench of rotten bodies, all buried in the mud. The rats here are as big as cats and the lice are always in your clothes. We all have to sleep in these conditions and we all hate it. Everything is very unfamiliar to me here so please remember me no matter where you are.
With lots of love,