Ed

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Dear Mother
I’m writing from this deep dark trench
The rain is falling and I’m drenched
Please excuse the paper, ‘cause
I cannot keep it dry for long
My buddies hold each other tight
Whispering loved ones at home goodnight
But I sit here all alone
Dreaming of coming
Coming home
My belly aches for Johnny Cakes
My head needs that warm straw bed
Maybe I will see you soon
I love you to the stars and moon
Your Son,
Ed.

Dear Mother
You know that I am just a boy
I should be home, not in this noise
You know that I am soft inside
But this war that I so great despise
Has toughened me a lot
Oh, what has become of me?
What has this Great War done to me?
I hope I can escape such dread
Maybe I will see you soon
I love you to the stars and moon
Your Son,
Ed

Dear Mother
This is at last my last goodbye
I was off to war, now I’m off to night
Wounded in an army camp
Nothing in life to hold on to
“Not gonna make it,” The doctor said
Maybe I will see you soon
When you arrive in heaven too
I love you to the stars and moon…
And back.
Your son,

Ed

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