For Maria
I miss you, Maria. I hope this letter finds you well. Ive become guilty of the most major crime of God, murder. Ive shot and killed men, and I cannot sleep at night because of it. Although i also cannot sleep without thinking of you. Every day is mundane and sorrowful. May the American's, British, or French come and liberate me, and you. I miss Leipzig, and my country. Although i don't miss the Kaiser or his advisory. He brought us to this split up and i urge everyone to end it. There is no love involved with my work, though there is love involved with you. See you soon, Maria.
- Thomas
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The Blood Wasted in the west
Historical FictionA german soldier drafted during ww1 is forced into trench warfare and has to cope with his new reality: war is hell.
