The Battlefield,

Caen,

France,

14th June 1942.

Dear my darling Julie,

Sorry for not writing. I’ve been so busy in war. I am writing because I wanted to find out how you and Joe are doing. I have got some news and it’s not good news. There’s no easy way to say this but my brother has been shot. Has anybody died in England? Have the bombs been going off? I just want you to be safe. If you get hurt I will have nothing left.

How is Joe doing? Is he fine? How did he do in his exams? Sorry for asking so many questions but I care about you so much. Also, I need to tell you how my brother died. I signalled him and and I shouldn’t have. I was messing around with my ring. All I heard was a big BANG! I did everything I could to try to save him but there nothing left off him. How are we going to tell Joe?

I really hope that no bombs are going off there. I can not stop thinking about you. I haven’t stopped fighting. I am still with my mates but we’re in danger. Hopefully, I will survive.

Well, I can’t wait to get home and see you and Joe. The war is nearly over and it has been a hard time.

Love from,

Tom.