Sunday, XXXX
It is nice, living in this village, the people are gentle, and the neighbours are kind. It has grown on us. With all due patriotism and love for our country, I would rather we stay here until the storm blows past. Of course, to the top brass, my opinions are as important as a peasant's is to the king. But you cannot fault me for hoping.
That was not what I was going to say though. Unni is upto something. He keeps trying to sneak around and avoids me at all costs. Which is weird, because now we are supposed to share a room. A bunch of guys from the local militia turned up seeking shelter. We thought we would have to fight, took out our guns and all, but they only asked the villagers if we were causing any trouble. Then they came up to us, all bubbling youth and colourful dresses and greeted us and had a ridiculously long discussion with our lieutenant about truth, duty, honour, patriotism and the like. The local leader explained, without mincing any words, that we were welcome to stay there as long as we chose to but should not pose any threat to the people. Our lieutenant, bless him, agreed, and they joined us at the only lodge in the hamlet. There wasn't enough space, hence the shifting of rooms.
So, anyway, now you can probably see why it is so awkward for him to avoid me. I know you will tell me to confront him about it, talk it out and all that, but dear one, that is the last thing I will ever do, and both of us know it. So, pray tell, what am I supposed to do?
Sincerely yours,
The Soldier.
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