Dearest Rey Creative Writing

Dearest Rey,
I cannot begin to tell you how much I have missed you, and I cannot begin to tell you how much I have missed our terribly uncomfortable bed. Once I am home to you, I swear, you will never hear another complaint about that thing. I have never been so sore in my life, and with each day it becomes worse than the last, no matter how badly I believe it could not. My feet have swollen so large that I truly believe I might finally fit Johnny's boots! I never thought I would live to see the day that I compare to that man's size. I do wish that being this size did not come with the unpleasant feelings, however. Though, I am sure you would love to hear more of my complaints, like you do when I am home with you, for now I will move on.

I clearly have lied earlier, as these complaints seem to keep finding their way into my letter. Despite it all, it does fill you with an odd rush. I had never assumed I would come to a point where I enjoyed this, and I supposed I do not truly. It is hard to say you enjoy something like this. I thought I had, earlier on, but now, I think there is a more complex feeling to it. Killing these people, like I am sure I have told you before, is easy. It is a simply task, a simply instruction. Ready, aim, fire. Any idiot could do it, explaining why I am currently here. But when you're close to these people, it becomes so much more real. Instead of pulling a trigger, it is taking an innocent man's life. I do not like letting myself think on this thought for too long, it makes the next few days much more strenuous and simply complicated. But Rey, it is not all it is said it is. What they tell you, it is a lie. Our enemy, who we are fighting, who we are killing, they are just like us. They are men following orders and doing what they must, for their families. You begin

We do have fun, as shocking as this all sounds. Just like back home, we are simple men making horrid jokes, making light in these heavy matters. It has become a game for us, killing all the rats that find their way into our trenches. They are larger than you have ever seen them, I swear, and if I were to come across one once I return, I believe it will be a laughing matter. They try to get into our food, and on awful occasions, they succeed. We did have a boy, he was seventeen, I believe, asking if we could eat them. We told him he could go ahead, not thinking he would really do this, but he had. I am sure you would hate me for letting him do it, but we need some sort of fun over here. He became sick, for the first day it was just lousy, but not atrocious. He was shot down, the second day after eating it, right in the head. I am glad he did not have to suffer through the pain his stomach would have caused him. An immediate death must be better than a slow and painful one. Anyway, we have been catching so many, I would not be surprised if we had over fifty. I could give you more details of what these rats enjoy eating, but I know how much you hate these kinds of