Letter:

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December 12th 1917       

 

Dearest Mother, 

I have reached France and I have been stationed behind lines in the 35th Artillery division. Our CO has predicted an attack, since enemy commanders are removing troops from the eastern front to create large enemy a large force against our line. However, action is not expected until next year. I miss you dearly, and I hope the war won't take too long, I already miss your cooking. When I come back to Independence, I hope to get a new job, and start a clothing shop.  

 

I hope everything is all fine back home, and that you do not worry about my wellbeing. The other soldiers in my division are friendly and treat me well. The food though is awful, mostly canned beef and biscuits. Although we train hard, we often get a few laughs. Some of the soldiers in other regiments have snuck in brandy and whiskey bottles in their coats, and a small set of shot glasses in their duffel bags. I hope to write to you in a few days, and I hope you do the same for me.  

 

From beloved son, Harry 

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January 1th 1935 

 

Dearest Mother, 

 

I do love New Years Day, however I celebrated  when I opened the Washington post to see an advertisement saying, "Vote for Harry Truman for Missouri Senator." Everything I've worked for is now coming together, and soon, I might be sitting in Capitol Hill. However I will not get my hopes up, and pray that I get the job. I hope that everything back home is all well without me and that you always know that I will come and visit as much as possible.  

 

If I do get elected to Congress, I would be a strong supporter of our great president, FDR, and a held and fierce opponent of Fascism and the current Nazi regime in Germany. I have also been quite suspicious of communist activity and the secrecy of their own government. However none of these things are mine to comment on unless I become a senator. Again, I dearly miss you and will visit once the election is over. 

 

Yours Dearly, Harry 

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April 15th, 1945 

 

 

Dearest Mother,  

 

I know this might sound a little rash,  but I am the president. You may already know but FDR has died. When I arrived at the white house, Ellenor Roosevelt came up to me and said, "Harry, the president is dead." And before I knew it, I was packing bags to the White House. Only about 3 months ago, I was randomly chosen as the Vice President. After that, I seldom saw the President. I went to a gala dinner with him once or twice, but apart from that, I barely saw him. I and now that I already have sworn the oath, I am faced with the toughest decisions in history. If I say yes, thousand will die, if I say no, millions will die. However, I am not allowed to speak of this to you, due to its secrecy. 

 

I can tell most of my colleagues aren't 'thrilled' to see me as the president, especially at a crucial time were the Nazi breakdown is inevitable, and the structure of the new world is key to the post war result. Even though this is a great achievement, I am already overwhelmed by the stress on my shoulders. As I said in my speech this morning, "The stars and the planets have fallen on me," however I hope that back home you are lively and well. I hope to see you as soon as possible. 

 

Yours dearly, Harry.