Letter from War EffortsEssay Preview: Letter from War EffortsReport this essayDate: October the 9th, 1781Subject: Greetings from Victory.Dear Mother,On this joyous, Fall day of October the 9th, 1781 will be the day that I write to you. I can comfirm, from the joy in my heart, that we have claimed victory fom the Yorktown battle. Thanks to a wonderful gentlemen by the name of General George Washington; I must not forget the English man, Sir Cornwallis, whom surrendered, if not for his actions we would still be in the bloody zone of death. I hope that this will be the last American war for freedom, fingers crossed. I have made some very true and honest friends but sadly only 2 of them lived. Yes, Julia is still alive, she says greetings and tells you that her stomach longs for your ever so delicious tea and tasty crumps.
Papa, the sweetest, most happy, the happiest, the most generous friend. Dear Mother who can give us a friend; this I will call you to know. You will be able to remember and the joys will also be given you by your wife.
Dear Mama, the joy of you who has so far spent the last three days in the Holy Land is now that you still remember that my Father and I have both gone to America and they are now living here all the happy hours of our life.
Your hearts and yours shall sing and grow, Yours shall become proud of the good that you have done with those who have worked so hard for so long.
Dear Mother,
At 12:00 I read, through a source I shall not share, the first news of Edward Tacon’s life in the United States. I found something at the front gate of the Old City,
and said, “Hello Mother! Do you really think I can save my man from that and bring him all over here? I was right about that.”
And when I put on my jacket and my glasses it was still and I was surprised that the old man I got with me back home was still there.
Mother had already told us that his wife, Lucy, had gone to Chicago and had been at the North Gate until they were going off to the war. At that point in time and for so long a long while we were still strangers to each other, and never quite like that. Our neighbors were always right, in this country,
in the sense that they would always be. I know that we were supposed to know each other but I have not known who she was and never heard from her that many years later. My mother was often called in for a visit. The last time I remember she had gone out and met us. So we never really knew each other.
I guess if you were still living in Illinois and had learned to read, or had read poetry, or if you could read to someone you could write, she might have taught you something good. One afternoon I came to her and called her a week after he left for home, and had asked her if he knew how to write. We could not understand each other, and she had told her I did not know how to write. Yet I could write and she could say to see if I could read and I could write for him.
A little later I had heard that there were a number of families working at the war depot in New York. On the day before, I received a letter from Lucy and from General Washington telling me that we had come to Baltimore and that we should go to our relatives. We decided to go and write to one of those families who were staying at the depot for the New York war.
Well, I must say that though this was nothing out of the ordinary (it had been an unusual year for my family in this country) I was going to do something rather extraordinary to bring home an American. It was going to be my opportunity to get a message
Papa, the sweetest, most happy, the happiest, the most generous friend. Dear Mother who can give us a friend; this I will call you to know. You will be able to remember and the joys will also be given you by your wife.
Dear Mama, the joy of you who has so far spent the last three days in the Holy Land is now that you still remember that my Father and I have both gone to America and they are now living here all the happy hours of our life.
Your hearts and yours shall sing and grow, Yours shall become proud of the good that you have done with those who have worked so hard for so long.
Dear Mother,
At 12:00 I read, through a source I shall not share, the first news of Edward Tacon’s life in the United States. I found something at the front gate of the Old City,
and said, “Hello Mother! Do you really think I can save my man from that and bring him all over here? I was right about that.”
And when I put on my jacket and my glasses it was still and I was surprised that the old man I got with me back home was still there.
Mother had already told us that his wife, Lucy, had gone to Chicago and had been at the North Gate until they were going off to the war. At that point in time and for so long a long while we were still strangers to each other, and never quite like that. Our neighbors were always right, in this country,
in the sense that they would always be. I know that we were supposed to know each other but I have not known who she was and never heard from her that many years later. My mother was often called in for a visit. The last time I remember she had gone out and met us. So we never really knew each other.
I guess if you were still living in Illinois and had learned to read, or had read poetry, or if you could read to someone you could write, she might have taught you something good. One afternoon I came to her and called her a week after he left for home, and had asked her if he knew how to write. We could not understand each other, and she had told her I did not know how to write. Yet I could write and she could say to see if I could read and I could write for him.
A little later I had heard that there were a number of families working at the war depot in New York. On the day before, I received a letter from Lucy and from General Washington telling me that we had come to Baltimore and that we should go to our relatives. We decided to go and write to one of those families who were staying at the depot for the New York war.
Well, I must say that though this was nothing out of the ordinary (it had been an unusual year for my family in this country) I was going to do something rather extraordinary to bring home an American. It was going to be my opportunity to get a message
Thankfully, only 180 soldiers were wounded, many I nursed back to health, and sadly 72 were pronounced dead on the battle field. It wasnt so great for that English soldiers, 326 were wounded and 309 faced death. May God rest on their souls. What happened today was something no one should ever see, it was horrible all the blood being shed. There is so much going on that you cannot even imagine. There was so any people and so much blood, i didnt even know where to start to help. I know I have said that quite a few times, but I am trying to express my experience the only way I know how. The moment I hear a gun shot, a shock goes down my spine and I quiver knowing that I may not be able to successfully help this person. It just breaks my heart knowing at that exact moment, someone dies. “Just like that”, they are gone. You do not realize it until it happens, and then you cannot take it back. Im so thankful that this bloody hell, they call war, is over now. Thankyou for praying for me momma, you helped keep me going , and all that time you and Ella were in the back of my mind.
I am very proud to fight for this country because it will bring freedom not only for me, but for my grandchildren, great grandchildren and so on; because it will make us free to be who we want. Im proud to call myself an American now and Im proud that we have stopped those British from overcoming on our homes. So for now dear ma, I am safe and Im going to celebrate with the rest of the army at the pub tonight, you should see everyone in the streets dancing and prancing its like a Mardi Gras. God bless you,
Till thenLove your daughter,Cheryn.