Make an image of a letter, written in the 1800s with quill and ink, that says: Dearest John, The war is hard and the winter long. Food supplies are low. This day, oh this day, has ground me to my marrow. Nary have I seen the sun so dim. Ahhhh, death. The great slumber. I hope to see thee soon. Yours in everlasting sorrow, DK See more