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a poem I wrote for the war group I`m in on here.

Dear, journal today was my first day of action after that bullet to the leg last week the guys are glad I`m back they told me that my best friend has been killed. Its terrible because he was to be discharged today. I was hopeing they'ed send me home I mean I have twenty seven bullets lodged in my back. I feel ill so I think I'll lay down. sincerelly yours, Red Jones//////////Dear, Rose I'm in the infermery today apparently I passed out while getting dressed this morning. The good news is that I'm to be discharged ASAP my head is killing me so thank the good lord for whiskey I hope to be home within a week my love see you then. sincerelly yours, Red Jones//////Dear, Rose this is reds friend james I'm sorry to say that red has passed on they dont Know what killed him but he died in his sleep along with the letter there should be a medalion Red told me to give it to you if something happened to him. He really loved you rose but I think he would want you to find another man he was a good soldier a good friend and would have been a great father he loved you. sincerelly yours, John Jones.