Day 6 My Dear Darling, There has been a change in our plan. Things are not going well and we have been forced to return to out post. The only solace I find in this is that I can write you sooner than I expected to. You might wonder why I am telling you details of our actions. Do not worry, my dear. It is safe for me to write such vague informs that everyone already knows. On our way back, we had to hunt some game for food. I killed a lovely deer. We could not use our guns for a fear of being heard. So shooting it down was not an option. The amount of stealth and speed it required was tremendous. It was almost like a training exercise. It was grazing so peacefully, quite a sight to look at. I sneaked upon it from behind. I stabbed through it's neck even before I landed from my leap. The thrill ran high in my blood, until I saw it's thick red blood gushing from the deep wound. Very soon, I am going to kill people, just like ...
Day 4 My Dear Darling, Today passed in endless travel. We are not in enemy territory yet. So it is easy to cover long distances in short time. It is quite sad to see such beautiful places and then think about the destruction the war would bring. One oasis we passed, I loved the most. Such greenery that makes you feel like venturing deep into the Amazon. The rare, wild flowers kept my gaze fixed on them during our respite. I watched a beautiful red flower devour a stout little bee, reminding me all too well of the purpose of my journey. Survival of fittest. Beautiful and delicate things can be deadly too. Even the savage survival of that blossom I wish to witness with you, hand in hand. As much as the relaxation such beautiful visions give me, they make me feel lonelier, even with us comrades bonding together. I even have one of my good friends from my earlier military service in my squadron here. Yet, it is your voice that I wis...