Dear my loving family,Cold nights, muddy days, stew for every meal. The sound of gunfire day and night. Right now I'm in the stupid muddy trench. Shells and eggs have been dropping. I've been having a headache from all the bombs. I have been at the frontline once and I don't want to go again. I thought it would be exciting but now I regret it. Can you please send some socks and those biscuits for the other ANZACs, thanks. I wish I could come home.From your loving daughter, Phoebe.
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