Everything is so weird out here with my squad, they say that the enemy is just a bunch of sitting ducks and their easy targets. I feel like we're gonna be home in a matter of weeks at this point, maybe 2?3? I don't know, I have hope this will be over soon and I can finally be back with you.
Love,
Sparrow Aka (Y/N).
P.S. I love you!
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Y are they taking so long to come out of hiding? I really want to go home and going this long without a shower is killing me. I feel so dirty and like just ickey, this whole mission was meant to be a 2 week sort of thing. In and then back out not sit here and wait. I want to go home so badly, I hate the MRE's they have here but who am I to complain about what's keeping me alive. I can't wait for this whole thing to be over so I can take a shower.
Love,
(Y/N)
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I can't even get any sleep anymore, they started firing at us last night and they still haven't stopped. I don't know if their keeping their distance or slowly closing in on us but were currently packing up camp and leaving. I have a feeling that their not going to give up so easily. I have watch tonight, make sure the area is safe. At least I don't have to do it alone. I can't wait till I can actually get some sleep without being woken up every few minutes because of someone's gun.
Love,
Sparrow
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We finally got them to surrender, the commander said we are going home in a few days! I'm so fucking happy that this thing is over. I really missed you over this whole month and a half, really the thought of being back home with you...well maybe a warm shower and a comfortable bed is another reason. That doesn't matter, I'm going home in a few days!
Miss you,
Sparrow.
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I don't know what's happening, i'm writing this from my tank right now. I can't move this goddamn thing, I didn't know they had anti-tank trenches out here. I ran out of ammunition for my main. I don't know how to shoot a 50 cal., battle buddy was killed while he was up there and I don't want to open the hatch, everything it too much right now. I tried everything I could, he's dead, head shot so I think it was painless for him but it's so gruesome to look at.
I think this is it, I just saw one of the other tanks fucking explode, they have shit I didn't even know existed over here, a fucking rocket launcher. I'm pretty sure the people in that tank are dead, no way they get hit straight on and survive such an explosion.
I hope they find this and get it to you sweetheart, I love you so much and I'd do anything to be home right now, this wasn't meant to be such a bloody battle. I didn't agree to this when they told me this mission would be quick. I'm scared. I want to be home, in bed sleeping the days away. I don't wanna die, not without saying goodbye to you.
Goodbye my love, i'll be with you in heart. I know we've had stupid little fights and I've said some dumb shit to you but I truly love you, beyond what words can show. I want to spend the rest of my life with you but I don't think it's possible anymore.
Till the sun burns out. I'll only be loving you.
Beyond the grave and from within, you're the only one who has my heart.
Till death tears my flesh from the mortal realm, taking me to beyond the living...where I can no longer feel your gentle touch.
I'll still love you and only you.
My whole heart,
(Y/N).
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"Killed. In. Action."
The words rang through his ears and repeated like a broken record, over and over again as if his brain was trying to make sence of the words that just came out of the soldiers mouth.
"Leave."
König muttered through gritted teeth as he shut the door on the soldiers face, the sound of a box being placed on the small table out front, boots hitting the steps and then fading till the sound of a truck pulling out of the driveway and down the street sounded.
This couldn't be right.
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He placed the folded flag into a box along with the letters you had sent him.
One letter with the most importance missing from the box but it was sealed in a glass case, your writing was clear as day, the stain of blood on it. Most likely you blood.
How he wanted that to be there forever, to keep it readable whenever he missed you. Your letters he always looked forward to while you were gone. Your spelling wasn't the best at time but in the last moment of your life you were quite the writer.
Maybe it was the stress of not being able to say goodbye, maybe the danger you were in. Always you wrote to him and he thought your words were the most poetic there were.
Your mind making art, words that would no longer be written.
Your art gone with your body.
Your soul.
So many words he knew you never got to say.
Words from your heart, that now would never escape.
