[ WP ] A soldier on the front dies in the middle of writing a letter home . It is finished and sent by the man who killed him .

Dear Jane, 
 
 Opening my wallet and seeing your photograph makes me forget my existence. I close my eyes and I see you smiling... that same sweet smile that made me fall in love with you. The sounds of bullets turns into fireworks, celebrating my eternal love for you. The smell of wet mud reminds me of our evenings on the lake together. Do you remember the first time I kissed you? It was raining... as it is raining now. I do n't feel alone. I have you. My greatest fear in life is to die alone... well here I am surrounded by enemies in a trench that I dug. I suspect that I am sitting in my own grave. But I wo n't die alone as I hav 
 
 Jane... he was not alone... I am a soldier, so was he. I fought for the people, so did he. You see we were not very different. We just happened to be on the different side of the war. I found this, along with your photograph in his hand. I am sorry. I am sorry that I had to. 
 
 My condolences, 
 A soldier from the other side. 
 
 

