They're sending me out again. They're sending me fucking back over into enemy territory to get a message to another regiment. It was a death trip the first time and now they're sending me out. This time alone. I guess they think that I was better off alone. Little do they know the only reason I kept going was that I had to get to your brother. I had to write to all of you. This time I have no one to get to.
I went to the tree to die. If Joseph didn't physically pull me up and to the medical tent, I would've been dead. Maybe this time God will have mercy on me and make my death quick. I was privileged enough to have written to you at all. And know, that if God does decide that it's my turn to join Blake, then your photo will have been in my jacket, next to my heart, keeping it beating.
