[ 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 Julie, 
 
 I'm sorry I have n't written sooner but it's been hell out here. We lost a lot of ground to the Allies after the disaster at Normandy. It's a battle just to hold the ground we have, they are an unstoppable force. Even now they are not far from us. 
 
 I count each sunrise and sunset as one more passed until I see you again. The sound of guns and sights of death have nearly broken my soul but for the picture of you I carry, it brings me hope even in the darkness. 
 
 Pray for me. Pray that I will survive this conflict, that I will see you again. Pray for my brothers, pray that this spilled blood is not in vain. 
 
 You do n't know me. I hope you can forgive me. 
 
 I had a captured soldier translate this for me and he writes this now. 
 
 I am sorry. 
 
 I have stolen the sunset and sunrise from a man today. And I have stolen that man from you. 
 
 There is no asking for forgiveness in this, I do not deserve it. 
 
 I will pray for you now. 
 
 Through the mud, blood, and death I will wade and if it should be my end then that will be what I deserve. 
 
 Regretfully Yours, 
 
 Pfc. T. C. Cooke 
 
 
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 Thank you for the gold! I am undeserving.
