[ 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 Mom, 
 
 Hope all is well. Things are heating up here. How's little Julie? My sweet niece had her first word a few days back, or so said Maria on my last phone call. 
 
 I'd rather not talk about war right now. Please understand. 
 
 How's Frank? Is he treating you well? I dunno Ma, I never trusted him but if you love him... 
 
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 Sorry about that. Cannon off to the side, had us rushing. Anyway. 
 
 Could you tell Nancy I love her? I'll hopefully be in time for the birth, but no hope, you know? Heh. But, uh, I'll be home I hope, very soon, and Nancy and I will give you your second grandbaby! 
 
... war's tearing at me, Ma. Making me a mite insane. But I love you all. I love y -- - 
 
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 My name is Frederico. I am 15 years old. And I killed your son. 
 
 Nothing I say will make it better, nor will anything I say make him come back. I would like indeed to say one thing, before you rip this bottom portion off, as I hope and know you will, so as to keep the last letter he wrote. 
 
 I believe he was well loved, and loved well in return. He did not see me when I killed him. It did not take long, in fact it was quick. I can only hope the same for my death. 
 
 I know that seems harsh from a killer. But it is true. I would like to die. I did not sign up for this war. I was brought into it by the Rebels. 
 
 I end this letter with the hopes that in another life, I could have met such a lovely family as his, and been friends with all of you. 
 
 Frederico, Rebel of the 54th Squadron, Orphan. 
 
 *blood is spattered in places, fingerprints at the very bottom. The very top is written with a steady hand, Frederico's writing is nervous, shaky. It smells of gunpowder*
