For my history class we had to write a letter from a soldier in WW1. We could be anyone writing to anyone. I'm Sigfig Sam, writing to Tahu Nuva.
About this creation
I know your battle with the Makuta must be horrible, and your writings of Gorast and Krika frighten me. Yet still I wonder if anything in Karda Nui can hold a candle to the pains of trenchfoot (I fear amputation may be imminent) and the dreadful Red Baron (the cause of Minifig Mike's death).
This trench is truly immense compared to a Minifigure like myself. I couldn't climb out if I wanted to, and I don't. No-Man's Land is a terrible place. Us Allies are hard-pressed to shoot at the Central Powers without being shot ourselves. How I hate the alliances that brought me into this war!