It had been 3 months since Harry's last letter. 3 months since he was sent to a top secret infiltration of the concentration camps of the Nazi's. Three months. Today was his funeral. Empty coffin nailed closed since they couldn't recover the body from how badly it was. Why nailed? I didn't want his mother to open the coffin to be even more heartbroken. Three months. I don't know what I'm going to do now. With every passing day I felt more insane. 3 months.