[ 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 .

My dearest love, 
 
 I long to see the smile that graces you lips. It has been well over seven months since I have and my heart aches for that one simple gesture that would welcome me home. Everywhere around me death grins and I recoil from its affection. Tommy, the boy from the Mason ’ s farm, felt its sweet kiss two days ago. Give his family my regards, his death was quick there are few remains and his family will only have a small box inside a coffin to bury. 
 
 The weather is clear and we are pushing forward today. The sun shines just like that day when we had our first child and I was racing you to the hospital. It ’ s hard to believe little Johnny will be 3 years old next month. Thank you for your last letter of showing how big he has grown, I have tucked it into my bible and hold it close to my chest at night. 
 
 We are moving up now, we have a bridge to take. I will finish this tonight. 
 
 My lady, 
 
 Your husband is a brave man and I ’ m sorry that I have had to kill him. He took out two machine gun nests by himself before I put a round through his head. His death was quick and painless. I ’ m sorry I had to take him from you. God I am so sorry, I ’ m sorry this war is happening and I ’ m sorry for every man I have killed. 
 
 Please, please pray for me 
 
 For these awful things that got to be 
 
 When this war for freedom has been won 
 
 I promise you I ’ ll put away my gun. 
 
 
 The man that can barely live with himself 

