Will,
You don't know how lucky you are.
The Air Force likes what they do because they don't have to see their enemies die. They don't see the light leave a human's eyes.
Soldiers on the front lines have an excuse to kill. Through all the sweat and adrenaline, it's to survive. To physically survive.
The navy? We see our enemies die. If we didn't kill them we could still live. We see the wrecks of their boats, we see the summaries blow up.
Sometimes there are body parts floating in the water. You can't tell what they use to be, but when you fish them how you can tell they're human bones. One time we found some of those bones in a belly of a fish. I didn't eat that night.
Keep doctoring. Keep saving lives. I wish I could be saving them instead of killing them.
Love,
Nico.
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Nico,
First of all: YOU HAVE TO EAT! YOU CAN'T NOT EAT BECAUSE THAT FISH HAD A BAD DIET! IF YOU WANT TO STAY HEALTHY THEN YOU HAVE TO EAT EVERY TIME THEY GIVE YOU SOMETHING.
Second of all: Stop acting like you're a murderer. You're my Nico, the boy who couldn't stop drawing birds whenever he saw them. The walls in your room were full of those drawings... Why did you always like them so much? You never told me.
You don't kill just to kill. You do your job, you serve your country. Please stop thinking of yourself as a murderer.
Promise to eat for me. You need to stay healthy.
Love,
Will
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Letters From War
FanfictionNico di Angelo is in the navy and William Solace is an army medic. Both were thrown into World War Two after Pearl Harbor. This is a collection of letters between the two. (No demigods, Solangelo, some talk of violent topics and suicide, complete)
