Letters from the Trenches

Dear Grace,
Here I am in France, defending President Raymonde Poncaire. Thanks for all the letters you sent me. I've been in the smallest trench I have ever seen for three months. I swear the rats here are as big as our big Susie. Lots of guys here have head lice. Even though Germans are only a few hundred yards past no-man's land, we still worry about trenchfoot. Yesterday my best friend sacrificed himself by jumping over the barbed wire and ran through the muddy ground.
Love
Ty

Dear Nibbles,
We are being constantly bombed, those German rats have had me stuck in this trench for days. Some soldiers have tried to cross no man's land, but that was a failed effort. We are running out of rations and I'm near starved to death. I was firing at the Germans in the rain and the ground was all muddy. They threw mustard gas and I was lucky enough to get a gas mask, after it was gone the smell if left was awful and it attracted lice. There's barbed wire all over no man's land and I may have to cross it. I've got trench foot and going to attempt crossing in an hour. My blood brothers are all dead and there's only a few of us left. When you get this, take it to the rest of the family, if I'll make it back, you know.
Sincerely,
Josh

Dear Uncle,
My friend almost died in war. He went out to no man's land and he said it was so muddy that he slipped and fell into the mud but it saved him from an early grave. He said that he could feel the bullet go right over his head. I hate the trenches. I had trenchfoot for a day and it hurt so much I almost had to go to the hospital. I saw so many people go out and so little come back. So many got gassed- the smell is just horrible even when you have a gas mask on. The rats are horrible. They try to steal out ration of food. They don't help us to fight the Germans and so on to the lice. They're horrible. T hey are almost like the rats but smaller. And then we can't see the barbed wire because of these pests. God has helped me get this far and he will help me get through it all. Thanks for the crackers, by the way.
Write back soon,
Calvin

Dear mom and dad,
I'm here doing all I can for our country. I am living in a trench. I've made lots of friends, one of them is Joey. He's nice but he got shot today. I don't know if he'll make it or not. There's too many rats that's why it smells. My other friend has trench foot. It's a disease where it eats away at your foot. It's very muddy, the captain has lice. The top of the trench has barbed wire. We use gasmaks for the mustard gas. Thanks for all your help, mom and dad. No man's land is very muddy and messy. The Germans are really nice, that's where Joey is from. We have lots of guns like pistols and shotguns and so on... the rations are weird tasting so can you please send me some!
From,
Sheldon

Dear Family,
I'm still alive. I will admit it has been hard. Just yesterday I found out I have trenchfoot. It is not any better. Really all you see around here is rats, lice and no man's land. We have some protection. There is barbed wire around the trenches. But the German's are getting stronger and stronger. The mud and smell aren't helping us. We only get a small ration of food too. But we'll live... I hope... Today they put me in trench #12. I shot 23 enemy in that (yes, I was counting). Well, I letter get some sleep. It's going to be a long day tomorrow.
Love,
Demi
P.S.- please help! We need it!