A distant cousin contacted me and asked if I wanted some old letters to my grandmother’s brother. He died in the trenches in World War I – gassed by the Germans. Sadly these letters from his sisters probably never reached him before he perished.
These letters are over 100 years old now, one handwritten and one typed. Both with envelopes sporting two-cent stamps. They provide a glimpse at life during World War I when everyone was asked to sacrifice and chip in to defeat the enemy.
My father was named after this ill-fated young soldier who like millions of others in the trenches on the front lines of WWI, perished from German mustard gas.
