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A Letter From the TrenchesMy Dearest Annabell, As I fearfully lie in these cold,muddy trenches of the Maginot Line in the lull of battle and smell the faint odor of mustard gas and cordite upon the smoky air listening to random gunshots in the deadly distant fields my thoughts return to you my precious wife. relish the memories of all that we've shared and look forward to the day that we shall at last be joyously reunited far away from these bloody killing fields.Though I am terribly afraid I shall do my duty as best as I can. Keep the faith my darling I will return to you some day,and give you the very best of myself for the rest of our lives. Good bye my sweet Annabell. Yours Always, Sgt.Tommy Harwell Donavon Scott Vinson Poetry Ad-Free Upgrades Vote for this poem
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