World War 2 Letters Home Essay

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Letters Home From World War II Letters were a lifeline for the soldiers in World War II. They were okay with going through the complications of sending letters back home. They usually wrote to their girlfriends or their family. Not much mattered to the soldiers except making it out alive, and knowing there were people back home supporting them. They knew this due to the fact they received letters from home. The letters talked about how much they loved, and missed their loved ones in combat. And in return the soldiers then wrote back about various events, and how much they missed homelife. A lot about their days were dependent on writing, and receiving letters. When they got a letter it would make their day so much better. They would remember …show more content…

We had V-mail or victory mail. This was a more secure method of sending letters. We would get a paper with a place for a name, an address, and a few lines to write what we wanted. That letter would then be copied to film and sent. Then when it arrived it would be printed again it’s normal size. This was more secure and saved us money, but it was painful to deal with because you could only write so much and the process was long. This also reduced the weight and bulk carried in the planes which saved room for other …show more content…

They kept me going through the tough days. Writing letters, (and receiving them) kept me in touch with loved ones, and kept me in touch with the world outside of this place. Whether I received a letter on any given day would determine if it was a good day or not. However, soon after receiving them, we would have to shred or burn then to protect us from our enemies using our information against us if the letter got lost. Each day I could think up something to say, and send my thoughts to Bobbi, or my parents. But there was never enough time to do so between the long days of training, and actually getting sleep. When I did write my letters they were detailed, but short. I could only write so much on the tiny papers that we were provided. I always wanted to say more, but just couldn’t. I would let them know I was okay, and that I loved

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