Dear Mum,         How are you getting on? I hope that Dad's cold is better. Send my best wishes to everyone!         I am writing to you from the barracks of our regiment. My training is going well; I have many good friends here, and although the training I have been getting is necessary, I cannot wait to finish it, and get out to the Front, because the chances are that the war will be over within …showed first 75 words of 1841 total…

…showed last 75 words of 1841 total…the same - now I have no-one in the world apart from you.         The loss is not just my own. The country has been robbed of an entire generation of young men, and what have we accomplished, in return for this great loss? We are called the winners, but what does that mean? Have we actually won anything? It feels as though we have been betrayed, not just by the politicians, but by everyone. Yours,