*I’m sorry that I haven’t written for you lately. I’ve been moved around franticly from one place to another where bombs never stopped raining and mailman kept dying one after the other.
It seems like the world turned mad and never looked back again, man became evil and I’m slowly seeing myself dwindling into spirals of madness.
I’m missing you every day and I’m sure you do too, but I’m afraid that this letter will be my last as I’m planning on ending the war, for myself.
I’ve seen way too much horror, nothing that could ever be unseen. I have no regret whatsoever.
I’ve had a wonderful life filled with so much joy that I only can be forgiving for what have become of the world .
I fought for this country, for our freedom but I’m afraid it’s already time for me to bid my farewell. Fate has torn us apart in this life, let it be, we will meet in the other.*
The bullet rang loudly in the silence of the night, as he took his final aim at himself. The echo kept on swinging from wall to wall until it faded like his last words dissolved in the puddle.