Hallo, I am 22 year old Erich Heusinger of Brandenburg, Germany. I am Catholic and am moderately wealthy through affluent parents. I am currently fighting in the trenches of this great war. I enlisted with my classmates a few years after I finished high school, vying for the glory common to heroic tales of warfare. My older brother, Karl enlisted in the naval forces. My parents were against it, especially my mother. They wanted me to become a doctor like my father but I can attend medical school after the war. I have not seen any of them since.
The war seemed a prime opportunity for adventure, a chance for me to spend my youth acquiring heroic memories for future reminiscence. I imagined brilliant skills of shooting, digging, foraging, hunting, …show more content…
I still feel nauseous. My eyes are burning with acidic tears and my growling stomach has been emptied constantly. Even when I close my eyes, all I see is red. June 3, 1916
Dear Karl, I took a leave and am visiting mother and father. They were so happy to see me as their furious looks were betrayed by crooked smiles and glossy eyes. It is relaxing at home except for the fact that I couldn’t truly be rid of stress. Anyway, eventually I have to go back to the war. Even at home, that is all I can think about. Everyone at home is following the war extremely carefully, deeply analyzing any news they catch.
Remember our neighbor, Mrs. Berger who always gave us candies baked cakes for s whenever we helped her around her store. Her son Augustus died in the trenches of Western Belgium. I couldn’t meet her eyes when I saw her. She was probably desperately thinking why her son is gone. It’s not just him; several soldiers of our town have perished in the battles. I do not want to think about what this means for us. Coming home triumphant and celebrated seems like a futile dream now.
Pay mother and father a visit. At home your living presence is their savior.After all, we always wanted to be heroes.
November 21,
The war seemed a prime opportunity for adventure, a chance for me to spend my youth acquiring heroic memories for future reminiscence. I imagined brilliant skills of shooting, digging, foraging, hunting, …show more content…
I still feel nauseous. My eyes are burning with acidic tears and my growling stomach has been emptied constantly. Even when I close my eyes, all I see is red. June 3, 1916
Dear Karl, I took a leave and am visiting mother and father. They were so happy to see me as their furious looks were betrayed by crooked smiles and glossy eyes. It is relaxing at home except for the fact that I couldn’t truly be rid of stress. Anyway, eventually I have to go back to the war. Even at home, that is all I can think about. Everyone at home is following the war extremely carefully, deeply analyzing any news they catch.
Remember our neighbor, Mrs. Berger who always gave us candies baked cakes for s whenever we helped her around her store. Her son Augustus died in the trenches of Western Belgium. I couldn’t meet her eyes when I saw her. She was probably desperately thinking why her son is gone. It’s not just him; several soldiers of our town have perished in the battles. I do not want to think about what this means for us. Coming home triumphant and celebrated seems like a futile dream now.
Pay mother and father a visit. At home your living presence is their savior.After all, we always wanted to be heroes.
November 21,