Monday (probably?), XXXX
We are finally moving again. I will shamelessly admit I have lost all sense of time. All my comrades will equally shamelessly agree to the declaration. We have all forgotten what the concept of time is, and none of us have any idea whether a month or a year has passed. But hear me out, we are marching towards a village – they say it is very pretty, but you learn not to trust people on these things here – and hopefully, the locals will be kind enough to tell me what day and date it is, and I can properly mark this blasted thing again.
Sincerely yours,
The Soldier.
P.S.: What the hell? This is not even a letter and I am still signing off. Look what a sap you made me.
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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...
