"Eleven-thirty. It’s hot and it’s raining. We’re stationary now, a hundred miles east of the ocean. There’s this silence in the night, such a terrifying silence. We hear the bombs now and then. Each of them kills dozens, but the numbers no longer make sense in my head. I think I got three today. Don’t hate me for that. Two more months and I’m leaving, leaving this fight which was never mine, leaving this country. It’s so hot in this place. You know I hate it. I like the cold, just like you do. I’m sending this letter home, but there’s no address in the envelope. There are only two words. Your name. Home.
I hope you still love me."
in "My time in the war"
Jack
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