Hi mum , dad and troy
Guess what ? for once i'm missing home and all of my chores.I guess its just all those fires you made to warm me up when i was out late on the farm. Sometimes i didn't care and walked away i really need one of those now. The hot cooked preped dinners of roast steak and stew we get none of that now.I have seen many things so things so far so many bombs have been fired . I't like walking a beach walking over shells hearing the little crunch's as you step along. There is death under my boots life is crumbling like the men we lost. I watch the night come the pale darkness takes over the vibarent day. At night I hide with fare in the trenches ashamed of how scared I am.
by rowena red by you boom boom bang
