[ 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 .

Dearest, I write this to you in the most desperate of days. 
 
 Every night I sit huddled, awaiting the shot that will end me, or the shell that shall thunder down upon me. 
 
 The Russians are at the brink of overrunning us, but I am confident... 
 
 Confident that American pig dog lose war, wife. I love wife, yes, love truly and deeply like drink of vodka and traditional dish of yankee french fries and oddly warm vegetable soup. 
 
 How I love capitalist swinery that is America. Go Yankee-Sox! It am favorite team. 
 
 Love-wife, rest assure that man who return to you once war is over is not communist infiltrator seeking to gain information to destroy America. 
 
 Signed, Husband.
