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JEG HAR VALGT INNLEVERING NR 1.

( Innlevering nr. 1 ) Letter Home Tuesday, July 6th.

Dear Anne, here’s a little about what I’ve experienced since the last time I wrote to you. I’ve settled down now, and everything is starting to get into its place. But, the land of honor isn’t so honored after all. Some of the people here treat us horrifying. Yesterday, I went to the store, to get some new razor blades, but when I got to the shop, everyone was staring at me like I was a monster. And when I finally got home, my husband was furious, cause I’ve bought wrong razor blades.

It’s hard to settle down in a brand new place. I’ve been talking to some other immigrants, especially women, who tell me that their husbands are even worse than the man that I married myself to. My husband, Jack, is honestly a nice man. But sometimes when he drinks, he gets furious over nothing. Everything is my fault, and he threatens me with that he’s going to send me back to Norway again.

This new land is much bigger than Norway. In Norway, all you ever see is mountains, but here there are big fields all over. You can’t see where it ends, it goes on forever. It’s sunny and extremely warm all the time, it’s like the sun never stop shining. Yesterday, I rode on a horse, and it was quite scary. I rode a big black horse, with some kind of a white birthmark between his ears. The horse is beautiful, and it seems really kind. In this village, you must know how to ride a horse, it’s their culture.

Another thing that is expected here is that a woman should know how to prepare food. On Sunday, when I tried to boil an egg to Jack, I boiled it wrong. Jack wanted a soft-boiled egg, while I boiled a hard-boiled egg. He didn’t tell me that he wanted it soft-boiled egg, because it was expected that I knew how my husband wanted his eggs.

It’s hard some time, Anne, really hard. I miss you, my little brother, my mom, and my dad, everyone back home! I miss the smell from the ocean, I miss to sit on the porch and see my little brother sailing with the boat!

Hope you all are well! I wish I could say that “I’ll see you soon”, but there’s no need for false expectation’s. Give my love to the others.

Love, Cathrine.

(innlevering nr. 2)

Letter from a soldier

Dear Jannicke July 6th, 1917

Since the last time I wrote to you, a lot of things have happened. Today, it was really hard to get up from my sleeping bag. The war is getting harder, and we haven’t the same courage that we had when we first got the message that we were involving in the war. I see so many young boys each day, so many of them who shouldn’t even thinking about war. Young boys who shouldn’t even hold a gun, is shooting like they have never done anything else. I killed a young boy a couple of days ago. Every time I close my eyes, I see his face. He was about our son’s age, Jannicke. I’m thinking about the boy parent’s, they will never see their son again. I don’t know what I would do, if our son went to war and never return home again. The other guys tell me not to worry too much about it, because it’s war. But still, what if it was our son..

Yesterday, a British group of soldiers came by our camp. They hade been in a trench for four months in Belgium. They had been in a fight with the Germans. They told us how it was in a trench, and somehow, our life appeared so much easier. A British soldier who sat beside me, told me that one day, when he and his best friend had kept guard, the Germans suddenly started to shoot at them. His best friend lost his life, by protecting the British man. He’s a hero, Jannicke, but somehow, it doesn’t seem heroic. It’s not heroic when the soldier next to me wishes it was him who died instead. Nothing about this war is heroic, it seems so hopeless. Too many people are dying, and for what reason?

But, spice the tragic around me, I’m still strong. I can’t wait for the war to end, so that I can come home to you and our son again. I miss your face, I miss your smile and honestly, the one thing I miss the most, is your delicious food! I’m hoping that you all are doing well back home, and that I soon will return home to you.

Bee strong Jannicke, we will soon be reuniting. Give my love to our son, and take good care of him. Give also my love to the others.

Love, Hank.