Dear Annabeth,

 

Life in the trenches surely isn’t anywhere near being with you my love, but we’re managing, truly we are. Everyday we have to deal with bullets and bombs flying over our heads, wondering if it is the end. We’re just sitting there. Can’t really sleep because you never know when the Germans are going to attack. When we entered the war, we were all excited to get payback, you know. After Lusitania went down and the Germans just kept pissing us off, we were ready. But war is hard Ann, so hard. Even with the support from home, troops are still dying. But everyday I tell myself that we have to prove to the world that America is mighty. Then I’ll come home Annabeth, soon. We’re shooting and bombing, throwing poison gas, but we’re still breathing, and I’ll be home to see you smile. The war is ending soon. I feel it Ann. It won’t be so bad, you just wait for me, and I’ll meet you again. Until then Annabeth.

                                                                                                           Love,

                                                                                                           Papa