Dear Mother.
I have finally received sometime away from this horrible war, and yet it never seems to be that far away, how is Dalia, still having that awful cold?
I miss the delicious food you always make, it’s heavenly compared to this food, it always seem to come from a hollow metal can, not like your food that’s made from the heart.
Do you still remember Brian Edswood that lived next to us in Brighton? He’s here with me, or he was here with me, but no longer…
It was awful mother, I saw him die, he died for me… to save my life so that I could see you once again, I feel so guilty mother!
It was raining that cold night and my commander had made the decision for an offensive assault against the german forces, how ironic isn’t it mother? It was raining… This starts to feel like a novel, doesn't it?
But it was like that, at noon we made our attack, we were swift as lightning or so we thought. They had seen us, we had been betrayed from within, never have I felt so sad… until that horrible accident took place, mother.
Brian was crouched down next to me, he whispered in a hushed tone that we should move closer to the enemies trench, I wasn't fully agreeing with him, but I could not say no, mother.
Perhaps you could write a book about this… if you ever were to receive this letter, you could show people the truth about wars.
Anyhow back to the story I guess. As we were crawling on the cold damp ground I noticed something on Brians face, he was scared, and frankly so was I.
I saw that he suddenly halted his movement, he turned his face so that I could see the tears roll over his bruised cheeks.
He was laying on a mine, mother. I saw him trembling, the stroke of terror in his eyes as he met my gaze. ”Move back”, he said. I didn't want to leave him. ”Move back, now!”, he said again. There was nothing I could do… with my pride injured I began to crawl back, not taking my eyes off his sad face.
When I came back to our front I heard the sound of the explosion, I could feel the ground shake under me, and the pieces of Brians shattered body fell like rain on me and my comrades. I lay there, covered in my best friends blood and gore… and I cried, oh mother…
I’m sorry, perhaps I should never have told you of this, but you should know that I intend to return home alive, to you and Dalia, it’s because of you two that I wake up every morning and fight these monsters.
God bless you mother, if it wasn't for your kindness towards me when I was young, I did still be a drunken bastard, thank you.
Yours sincerely.
Evan Green, son of the Lord.
5th June 1944 A.D
A Little add not part of the letter: Evan Green 1924-1944, so sad.
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