Dear, President
In order to know exactly what happened you had to be in my place. I’ll never forget that day. It seems that it was just yesturday. People started to yell to yell back and forward to eachother. I have never seen so much blood. Blood was all over where some ended up on my trunk and my roots. Bodies everywhere, terrible, my leaves falling as tears for this horror. Boom,boom went shots, sadly this meant someone got hurt but worse kild, this was very bad and sad. Shots came towards me but,I didn’t die. My leaves felt like they were falling more and more every time someone got shot. Not just that, knowing that they got shot and couldn’t see their families again. But also they got shot in their heads,legs,arms and many times in their heart. That was the worst for me, that just broke my my inner self.
I would wonder when this was going to stop. When are theses people going to get medical attention. Soilders related to other soldiers, you could see them with tears in their face. Just horrible. Crying soldiers everywhere, some were accidently kild by their own family members. You can hear soilders who have survived that day of war and battle talking to eachother remembering their family members. I especially remember also that soilders were despret trying to talk to the rest of their families, guess by what?, letters. They didn’t have phones and no electricity. Oh my goush, his really wasn’t happening to me,soilders wrote. Soilders would write under my branches. But they would only get the opportunity when the enemy soilders were having a battle or war of their own.
I remember the horrible smell that came from the dead soilders. Smell also came from the sweat from soilders who have survived and who had passed away. Bodies were lying around for weeks and many but many days. The odor got worst and worst. I started to shed my leaves. Looking at all of those soilders who have had died; but knowing that their was goling to be more soilders killed. Battles and war kept going on I really couldn’t take it any more. But I keeped thinking about our country,the country that I was born and planted in for many years. I was already 50 years old and I had some feelings towards soilders I didn’t even know/get to meet. I really miss those soilders who would write under my branches and that would really talk about their families in a great way; which helped me remember my parents and how they cut them down for building homes. I really remembered this like if it were yesturday.
Sincerely,
McPhenss Woods
