August 20, 1916

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Agony, anger, and sadness. That is all I have felt since this war started, I hate seeing good men like these wounded and killed every day. When this war is over I don't think I will ever be the same again. It breaks my heart knowing how many families won't get to see their loved ones again. Many fathers, brothers, sons, and husbands are all dead. I can't help but wonder what ever happened to my soldier, I'm hoping and praying that he is safe and one of these days I won't see him brought in here dead. I don't think I could bare the sadness. I hope when this war is over we will find each other and can be together and try to put all this behind us.

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