[ WP ] Every Week You Drop A Letter Down A Grave Of Your Loved One , You Finally Get A Response .


 1943 
 
 
 To John, whomever you may be- 
 
 John, you are a stranger to me, and I to you, although we share a common pain in the form of our beloveds lying under identical slabs of stone. 
 
 I wish to start off this letter by offering my sincere apologies. I did not mean to let my curiosity get the better of me, but everyday I venture here to place flowers on the grave of my brother, I can not help but notice the sealed letters left on the the grave marked `` Sam.'' One day, my crudeness got the better of me and I read what you had left for your friend. Truly touched by your words, I felt the undeniable urge to write you. 
 
 My name is Perry Foster, and my brother was Sergeant Ian Foster of the 118th battalion. He fell on July 13th, a day after his Private, Sam Greene, saved his life and sacrificed his own. Your dear friend Sam died saving his Sergeant, my brother, from certain capture. Ian died in battle to a painless head shot, instead of in a POW camp, thanks to Private Greene. 
 
 I am deeply sorry for your loss. My brother and your friend are surely together on the other side, perhaps enjoying our chance encounter. 
 
 Please write me anytime. 
 
 Sincerely, 
 Perry Foster 

