[ 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 Pat, 
 There was a really loud, shattering bang right now. Debris is raining all around me. I can hear the roar of a dozen engines, drowning your voice in my head. The sound of your laugh. The crinkles at the ends of your eyelids. Pat, I can not begin to express my apologies for all the lost time, the lost anniversaries, for missing the little moments that tie our life together. I apologize for missing Haley's first word. I apologize for every Christmas card with just two faces on it, yours and Haley's. 
 Words escape me right now, when I think about how much I miss your tight bear hugs. Haley's toothless smile. I miss sitting on our front porch and playing Scrabble. I miss the smell of our sheets. Hell, I miss a bed. 
 They're right about 200 meters away from me right now. 
 Our wedding song's playing in my head. The beats match with my heartbeat right now. Do listen to it, as a reminder of all the good times we've ever had,'cause if you meet me right now, you may not recognize the person I have become, benumbed by war. You may not agree with what I'm about to do. 
 It must be dinner time there. I ask you to do one important thing for me- remove the place setting by the corner, and put it in the back of the glass cabinet. Feed Haley, and tuck her in for the night. Mommy's not coming home.
