Hello, Mother
It has been a while since I have written to you. That does not mean I have forgotten you, mother, it's the opposite actually, I've been working my hardest for you.
Fighting this war is getting easier, the weapons we use are now stronger, faster and more advanced I went from aiming with a toothpick to shooting with the whole tree. But of Corse the enemy is always one step ahead, their gas bombs have become bigger and stronger as well as their machine guns.
But we have something they don't, we have courage and reason, they are cowards, I have heard tales of their soldiers planning our escape, whispers that they are all giving p. if one of our soldiers tries to leave, they get taken down, it's either die fighting or die running, that's all the war is these days.
The young skinny bloke, I don't recall giving you his name, It's Michael. He's like a little brother to me now, I have suddenly grown over protective of him, it'll break my heart if he bites the dust, that is why I monitor his every move, I don't mean to it just happens naturally.
I hope all is well and you are safe.
Be well, mother
Your dear son,
Gerard.
