Dearest Ma,
Another letter inside my head. Another letter I’m glad you’ll never get.
Dear Ma, I’ve seen terrible things. I’ve seen the bodies of dead men, and other men who wished they were dead. I’ve seen land that looks as though a monster has torn it apart.
This is a world where humans live like beasts, and where the killing goes on day and night. I never knew some men could do such dreadful things to one another, and I never knew some men could be so kind and brave.
I’ve done things I never believed I would do. If I ever see you again, I wonder if I’ll be able to tell you about them. I pray you and Jessie are well. I pray William is safe. I believe I will die here, but I hope that you three will someday be together and happy once more.
Your Loving Son
Edmund
Edmund
He was march
