Thursday, XXXX
Unni is getting so, so worse. I can hear his chest rattle every time he inhales, and he has stopped talking altogether. We have stopped for a while, but we have to move again. The spirits must be kind enough to let him live, they must be. Oh, dear one, never did I think I would face another, like you, in the jaws of sickly death.
Sincerely yours,
The Soldier
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At War
Romance"Revenge by young men is considered victory, but old men who stay at home in times of war, and mothers who have sons to lose know better." -Chief Seattle This is an anti- war epistolary novella written for ONC 2022. Prompts 5 and...
