[ 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 .

Hey [ scratched out ], 
 
 
 I have a long way to journey through this universe, yet a short time left on this planet. Many things left to say and such a short time to say them. 
 By dawn tomorrow this bunker would be forfeited. And my will to fight is gone, but my will to tell you everything is strong. I wish I could tell you how deep and profound my love is for all of you. I wish I had the time to romanticize it. Just know that I love you guys. I did n't fight for whatever the cause was, but I fought to get home to you. 
 [ blood splatters across page ] 
 
 I do n't kill cause I am the monster that I was made to be. But because I have those to get home to. Those that I deeply love and those I need to tell and romanticize this deepness. This bunker was forfeited, but this letter was not. 
 
 
 Goodbye. 
 
 ( Never really wrote before and didnt have alot of time either, but thanks for the outlet reddit. )
