Here is Isaiah's descriptive letter...
How are you doing? How is my sister? How is work? How is the rest of the family? I’ve been really missing you.
I’m in my room and a war is going on. The helmet is camouflaged with the rest of the uniform. The grenade is echoing through the battlefield and guns are firing. The bed is as hard as rock. The light is so bright it is going in my eyes and the jumbo tanks are shooting.
The bed covers are lime colour for the duvet. I can see a photo of someone’s mum on the light brown shelf. I’ve got a radio and a piece of narrow string that is strong. Thunder and lightning is really loud and the windows are blue and silver and are metal and it smells like lemons. I can see a fan to cool them if it is a really hot day and rusty old boots. The walls are as cold as rocks that are frozen. The bright light is as bright as the sun and a typewriter that will type on the shelf.