Dear Betty,
War has been distancing our hearts, our souls and our lifes. War has made me a different man, not stronger but I'm afraid colder. I pray everyday that god would let me return home to my beloved wife and children. I've seen my men die like stars falling off the sky. Their feet rot and fall apart like decayed bread. Everyday we hold on to our fate. Our soldiers unshackled from life's bonds by a bomb, blown from earth straight to heaven to be free. I've seen demons slaughtering our men within trenches. God has long left this place, angels have been defeated and death is coming closer with every breath I take.
Yours forever,
John
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