[ 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 .

Ashley, 
 
 I ’ m sorry, I ’ m so sorry. They told me to write this letter almost six months ago, but they said I wouldn ’ t need it. I didn ’ t write it. They said I wouldn ’ t need it, they said it was “ just in case. ” So I didn ’ t write it—why would I? Isn ’ t that bad luck? Isn ’ t it bad luck to say “ Hey, I ’ m going to die, here ’ s a letter once I ’ m gone. ” I thought it was bad luck, it was supposed to be bad luck. I ’ m so sorry, Ash, I really am. I ’ m not coming home. I want to come home, I want to be there. I want to see Mikey, I want to see Mom. I want to see Dad. I want to be at home, with you, and with them. I don ’ t want to be here. I should have listened, I should have written this when I had the chance. I should have stayed the fuck home. Who ’ s going to send it now? Who ’ s going to make sure you get it? Who ’ s going to find me afterward? Will anyone find me? Ash, I need you. I ’ m so sorry I missed our anniversary, I ’ m so sorry I missed Mikey ’ s second birthday. I couldn ’ t come home, I had to work. I should have been there. I should have been there for Mom when she got sick. Why the fuck wasn ’ t I there? God, I fucked up. I fucked up, Ash. Please let Mom know I miss her so fucking much. I can hear them next door. I fucked up so bad, Ash. I want Mom, I want Dad, I want you, I just want to go home. I don ’ t even know where I am. God, I am so sorry. I am so sorry. Please, don ’ t wait on me Ash. Just keep going. I am so sorry, I fucked up Ash. I really fucked up. I love you, I love everybody. Just let everyone know I love them. I am so sorry. 
 
 Ashley, 
 
 You don ’ t know me, and I truly hope we never meet. I don ’ t know what I did to you, but I know I can ’ t take it back. Just please understand it wasn ’ t my intention to cause any pain. I ’ m sorry. I was just trying to do my job, to do what they told me to. I ’ m so sorry. I don ’ t even know why I ’ m writing here, but I will be sure this letter reaches you. I swear to god that you will be able to hold his last words in your hand. I want you to know it was quick and painless, I want you to know it wasn ’ t with any malice. I did what I was supposed to, I did what I was told to. I don ’ t know why I ’ m writing anymore. I am so sorry. 

