Written by Mary Rachel Jones
(I found this in the kitchen, which looks to be a very heartfelt first draft of a school assignment. I think she says it better than I could.)
I just don't know how you do it. I don't know how you don't run away when you see the blood, hear the screams, and smell the smoke and fire. We all owe our lives to you brave people. I know you hate war, I just know it. You care about our lives more than your self. I am thankful for you, all of you, the nurses, the air craft people, the boat people and land. There would never be any way to thank you. I will cry for those who are lost. I promise, we are thankful and I hope the people, all the people, will learn that people are people and there's nothing so important to start World War One over it.