Letter from WW2

143 Mary Road
Pushland, Berlin 4051
September 4, 1939

Dear Nicole
This might be the last time I write to you. As i sit here in my cramped little tent dreaming of all the good times we have shared together, my love. Hitler has ordered us to triple the tanks, soldiers and blitzkrieg. But Poland seems srtonger than I had thought. All hope and faith has long gone from my body, now only the thought of you on my mind will keep a small light in my heart buring. The commander has given each of us food rations that might only last us a week but since there are so many of us, that is what we have to live with.


Innocent blood has been spilt at the hands of men that call themselves soldiers who are defending their country. We have not only defeated Poland but destroyed any means of them rebuilding their once great nation. The cystal blue sky that I gazed upon a week ago is now blackened with gun power from rifles and fierce bombings. The clean sweet smelling air is now filled with a rotting stench of innocent woman, children and men who never got to say good-bye to their loved ones. The ground that Polish children once rode their bikes on, is now covered with massive dents made by our atomic bombs.

Our living conditions are not the greatest but after a long day of fighting, our eyes just close and we drift away to a wonderful place. But are soon awaken by the sound of a loud man screaming at the top of his lungs. The air is damp and icy in the mornings but during the day we're too busy fighting for our country, that we dont really feel the chilly weather. I cant remember what its like to feel steaming hot water against my back, the smell of a clean, dirt free body or even the texture of a cotton towel alongside my face. My only wish now is to see you for one last time. And I hope that if I die you are able to find love again because i know that my spirit will always be alive in your heart and soul.

Your loving husband
Abe Longstockings