Thursday, XXXX
Did I mention that I hated the war? Did I start making plans for the future? Talk to me sometimes, dear one, I fear I get too ahead of myself. There is still work to be done. We are moving on (finally) and are likely going to be rested for a few days. God knows we all need it. Hopefully, we will be sent to some pretty little village, with friendly women and men. Honestly, everyone here is so done. I swear if I have to look at one of those weird rations one more time or listen to someone complain about foxholes, I will turn up on the 6:00 o'clock news for manslaughter and be court martialled. We are still in that lousy fortress, but hopefully backup will be coming soon. Many of us are hurt and there is not enough penicillin to go around. At least Unni has stopped going on his "connect with nature" lessons after we found a rotting corpse stuffed into the hollow of the log we were sitting on. I suppose things like that ruin your appetite. Also, we are running out of clean water and food. The first one is not a problem, there is a pretty little brook about a five-minute walk away and we are always sending the younger ones with bottles to run our errands. I know that sounds like bullying but believe me it is not. Some of them are so sweet, they would probably do it without even being asked to. But the latter, latter is always a problem. Of course, there is the sea nearby and we can always go fishing, but none of us seem to be especially talented in that regard. So, you see why I am so happy we are moving on?
Sincerely yours,
The Soldier.
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