A letter from the trenches
Geplaatst: 08 nov 2012 21:39
Ik moest een Engelse opdracht maken, namelijk een brief schrijven uit het perpectief van iemand die in de eerste wereldoorlog vecht. Er moesten verschillende punten in terug komen en ik mocht maar 200-250 woorden gebruiken. Een regelrechte ramp dus. (Ik heb alsnog teveel woorden gebruikt hehe 
).
Als jullie tips hebben zou het heeeeeeeeeeeel fijn zijn, want mijn Engels is niet zo goed.
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Dear family,
This isn’t what I expected it to be. In the news it seemed the right thing to do. You’d win the war and come back home as a hero. But that isn’t true. And it doesn’t feel good to kill other people. They fight for their country just as we do. Maybe I killed a father today, maybe some child has to grow up without having a dad just because of me.
I signed up for the army because I thought it was going to be easy, we’d fight people who were pure evil. It was going to be an adventure and I was going to be the hero. But war isn’t a fairytale.
It’s freezing cold and when it rains, which it does a lot, we have to get all the water out of the trenches.
And the fear…I can’t even explain it. We could get killed in two seconds, without knowing if it’ll be worth our sacrifice. Maybe that’s what scares me the most, that I’d might die for nothing. More than a million people already died. A million people! Why are we still here?
Men I once talked to, laughed with, they die right in front of me. John, Matt, some other guy. I can’t even remember his name.
I didn’t expect it to be this hard, to effect me the way it does. It makes me think about life, about how precious it really is, and how the most of us don’t care about it anymore. Nobody even knew how to shoot a gun properly when we got here, and now we’re killing every ‘enemy’ without even feeling guilt. War turns innocent people in to heartless murderers.
I swear I’ll survive this madness and return home,
Amber.
).Als jullie tips hebben zou het heeeeeeeeeeeel fijn zijn, want mijn Engels is niet zo goed.
~~~
Dear family,
This isn’t what I expected it to be. In the news it seemed the right thing to do. You’d win the war and come back home as a hero. But that isn’t true. And it doesn’t feel good to kill other people. They fight for their country just as we do. Maybe I killed a father today, maybe some child has to grow up without having a dad just because of me.
I signed up for the army because I thought it was going to be easy, we’d fight people who were pure evil. It was going to be an adventure and I was going to be the hero. But war isn’t a fairytale.
It’s freezing cold and when it rains, which it does a lot, we have to get all the water out of the trenches.
And the fear…I can’t even explain it. We could get killed in two seconds, without knowing if it’ll be worth our sacrifice. Maybe that’s what scares me the most, that I’d might die for nothing. More than a million people already died. A million people! Why are we still here?
Men I once talked to, laughed with, they die right in front of me. John, Matt, some other guy. I can’t even remember his name.
I didn’t expect it to be this hard, to effect me the way it does. It makes me think about life, about how precious it really is, and how the most of us don’t care about it anymore. Nobody even knew how to shoot a gun properly when we got here, and now we’re killing every ‘enemy’ without even feeling guilt. War turns innocent people in to heartless murderers.
I swear I’ll survive this madness and return home,
Amber.
