Can you revise my WW1 letters?

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Somewhere in France
April 7, 1918




Dear Mom and Pop,

How’s everything back in Boston? Today I arrived in France. The ship ride over was a fine one. We didn’t catch any storms on the way over and I didn’t get the slightest bit seasick!
It’s really pretty up here in France. All of the hills are blanketed in wonderful wild grass and the air is quite moist. The buildings are also really a sight, nothing like you would see back at home.
I can’t wait until I leave for the trenches! Even though I’ve heard bad things about them it’ll be exciting fighting for my country, as being in Uncle Sam’s Army makes me feel like a true American. Watching all the other men getting called in makes me so anxious!
Well tell Sarah and little Willie that I love them.

Love,
James

P.S. Sorry my letter is so short, I’m very busy preparing for the trenches.





Somewhere in France
April 23, 1918




Dear Mom and Pop,


The trenches are horrible. They reek of rotting flesh and unbathed soldiers. It is very depressing compared to what I imagined it would be like. There are many shell-shocked, homesick men who just long to get out of this wretched place. Most of them get sent to the hospital and never recover. Others try to escape and get killed. Those are the ones that end up on the bottom of the trench, getting nibbled on by trench rabbits and stepped on to keep the others shoes dry. I don’t know why I ever signed up.
Well I’m still completely intact and I am sorry that I had to share all of that with you. I have made a few friends and they are the ones keeping me from going insane. My closest friend is named William. Now isn’t that a coincidence? He also has red hair and freckles like little Willie, though he had to shave it all off because it was growing to long.
France isn’t all that great anymore now that I’ve seen the bad side. I guess your dreams can’t always come true.
Well tell little Willie and Sarah that I love them. I miss home so much.

Much love,
James



Somewhere in France
March 12, 1918


Dear Mother and Father,

I miss you guys a lot. Now I realize that home is the most sacred place on earth right now and I can’t wait until I see you again.
It’s getting really bad here. I got shot in the arm last week. It’s all better now because one of the men patched up for me. But there is just so much blood everywhere; I don’t think that I can handle it much longer. I can’t even sleep because of the loud ongoing racket of machine guns and bombs. Also all we have to eat here is slum and stale water. I defiantly miss your old home cooking. All I ever want to eat anymore is your delicious beef stew.
Well I’m sad to report that William went west yesterday. He went over the top to fight and choked to death on the deadly gas that the Krauts sent out because his mask failed. He was only 21. All of the deaths here keep reminding me that life is short and I don’t want to spend the rest of my life fighting at war.
I’m scared. I can’t die yet. Why can’t this whole thing just stop?
I love all of you.

James





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Answer 1

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You don't need much help -- these are great.

Two little mistakes:

"to long"
Should be "too long".

The other is "Krauts". That was a WWII derogatory term for Germans. For WWI you should use either "Hun" or "Heinie"

Great job and great to see someone doing their own work!