30 September 1940
Main Street,
Onehunga
Dear Uncle Harry,
The war is bad, blood is scattered everywhere around the dugout. My fellow Captain, Comrade and I walk through the forest when it’s time to go to the latrine and occasionally it is was burning after recent shelling or from the bombing. When it is dark you have to watch for a shell bombs, which are like a bog.
On a rescent exchange with the enemy, we struggled to breath, with the heavy smoke drifting across the place. My trio found a hut, “The enemy could be inside”I thought to myself. Carefully, we kicked the door off its hinges and found 2 Nazi's ready to fire guns directly at us.
Grabbing the riot shields that lay in the open cupboard next to the door, we blocked all the bullets that were fired at us from point blank range. Running with the riot shields, I snatched the pistols that lay on the table.
But NO!, there were no bullets in the pistols. I grabbed the pistols and threw them at the Nazi’s, hoping to distract them. Luckily my Captain fired a gun at both of the Nazi’s which frightened them and they ran for their lives. We grabbed all the guns we could carry and marched out of the forest. A troop truck picked us up and drove us down the rough road back to HQ.
Well I think things have not changed much since when you were fighting over here in April 1917.
I miss Aunty’s home cooking and our Saturday afternoons at the races. Please put a bet on for me next time you go and I will pay you out of the winnings.
Take care,
E.T
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