War Letters (Entry #3)

Dear Dad,

I miss you. There just aren’t enough words in existence to describe how much I miss you; the ocean, the grass, the trees, all seem to be reminding me of you. How you used to teach me how to dive into the ocean, caress the trees, and stand in the middle of the greenest fields—appreciating the surroundings. I wish that you and Mom were here; I miss you both so much that it’s all I think of at night. The coldness at night just makes me pull up my covers and think about how you taught me to rub my hands together to obtain warmth. The hunger that I rarely get from having limited food supply reminds me of Mom’s paella. And please, tell Mom to forgive me, forgive me for not writing a word to her; I couldn’t bring myself to write another letter. There is just too much that I have to say, yet can’t say in a million words.

         I’m almost absolutely sure that you will want to know the exact details of the war; how we are handling it, how the conditions are, and how the enemy has been approaching. I want to say that the war is going well, but all I’m witnessing is bloodshed and deaths that even I don’t think that are necessary. But do not worry; our fellow soldiers are holding up and managing the battles fairly well. The truth is, the battles are starting to seem to me pointless; the causes that first drove me to the war seem to be there no longer. Please, do not worry about me; I assure you that I will return home safe and sound, without a scratch upon my body. I promise.

Yours affectionately,

Emma

I chose to write to my dad, because he is the strongest out of my family; he would understand the things that I would be going through without breaking down into pieces. As I grew up, I have learned that he was always an excellent listener; I have no doubt that he would be the only one that would take the war easier without breaking down after reading the letter. I don’t like to make people sad; if I had to let a family member know about what I’m going through, I would not emphasize the negative parts of it, and make sure that the letter gets sent to the person that would handle it most sensibly.

     I have chosen to hide the fact that many soldiers probably lost their lives, and that my life was probably in great danger every single day. The reason why I did that is because although my father is the strongest one out of my family, he worries. I don’t want anybody mourning over the fact that I’m in a tough situation, and if not telling the whole truth can reduce the time in which people worry about my situation, I would most certainly do it. I have chosen to tell him my opinion about the war, is because I want him to know that this war is not fought over a good enough reason, in my opinion. I want to let him know that although I’m fighting in the war, I’m not its great supporter.