Dear Mother,
I have just arrived in France, and I was greeted warmly by my companion Pierre. The weather was so impeccable upon my arrival, that Pierre and I felt compelled to go skipping in the open meadow with daisies at our feet, and garlands in our hair. Oh mother, it was wondrous! The two of us were full of hope for the upcoming war, and knew that we would do our countries justice.
On my first night in Paris, I dined on escargot and toads, before retiring to my bedchamber where a bottle of Cabernet Sauvignon ensured that I was asleep before my head hit the pillow.
I had a shaky experience on the Western Front; a German ratbag came at me, eyes blazing, waving a frankfurter, and I was forced to take drastic action and shoot him full in the face. Do you know what it is to take a life, mother? I do.
Toodles,
Marion
Marion
a veritable masterpiece, i think you'll agree.
Community Member