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Ryan A. Hittle

Per. 2
April 7, 2003
Dear James,
How are things at home? I’m hoping everything is going O.K. I
keep thinking of what it must be like back at home and how things have
changed. It must be very difficult for my family to think of me being out
here. I can not imagine what they are feeling and all I ask from you is
that you keep watch over them, for me, if you could.

You can’t imagine the horrors I go through everyday. Horrors no
man should ever have to face in this life time or any other for that
matter. I have to stay in this god forsaken trench all day and night with
almost no sleep and if I do it’s a light sleep for fear of an enemy sneak
attack on the trench or the never ceasing sound of shelling of no mans
land. There is almost no food here and some of the men have even started
killing the rats that infest our trenches and eating them for food. I have
not sunk to that level yet but I’m not sure how much longer I can go
without something to eat.

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I write this letter today with fear that I could die any day
just as easy as that. I fear every single day that a bomb could land next
to me and end my life or that if I become a little too careless one day and
stick my head up a little to far over the trench’s edge that a sniper will
take my life without even so much as blinking an eye at the thought of it.

There are many things that have compiled my fear. For instance we were
under heavy artillery fire three days ago when one of the squad members,
who was also a friend of mine, was killed by a shell no less then fifty
feet from me. And what did they do about his dead body? Nothing! They let
him lay there like he was nobody. So yesterday I took out my shovel and
gave him a proper burial or as best as I could given the current situation.

And this doesn’t just happen to me there are bodies everywhere that no one
cares about and just leaves to rot in the mud. They just don’t realize that
everyone out here is someone’s son, brother, or husband.

I guess I should get back to my post now. I will write again
soon. Keep everyone’s head up and pray for me and know that I will be home
soon. Send my love to everyone back home.


Sincerely,

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