The Letter

I hope you're alright.

London is different from how we imagined it-now it's been bombed. I think of home everyday down by the sea and autumn colors; there isn't much of autumn here, just grey clouds.

I don't like the job, but it was the best option. When I have to kill someone, I think that someone across the sea would not have a complete family. I hate this war; I want it to end so no more loved ones will go.I meet new people, some much braver than me, some dying before my eyes.

The only life I've ever seen that wasn't running, was a poppy which I've got to remind me of home.
I'll be back for Christmas. 

I will, I promise.xxx
Evie
Year 7

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