[ 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 .

Becca, 
 
 I ca n't wait to see you again! The warmth of your arms and the softness of my skin are the only thing that I dream about ( they also keep me awake at night, but in a more graphic way. ) 
 
 It's been pretty calm here the last few weeks, not too much action. Danny and I have n't even seen a soul other than our company for about five days. It's a little weird actually, but I wo n't com pain. I mean, who wants to fight anyways? Four years then a GI Bill to pay for college. I would n't mind if it was law 
 
 I shot him, Rebecca. He could n't have been over twelve years old. He was a kid. My Danny says I had to since he had a gun. I did n't have to. He had no gun. His dad got out of the car with a rifle so we shot him. His son got out and ran in what I assume was terror. I shot him too. All the things I believed myself to be are gone. The man you loved does not exist Rebecca. I shot the kid. 
 
 I love you, 
 
 Tim
