"Just let me start this of by saying that I'm terribly sorry that you both had to find out this way... I didn't think it would've happened, but you know as well as I do that war is unpredictable."
As the words took shape on the scrap of paper, bullets were flying centimeters above.
"There's not much to say about how it happened though... Just a midnight ambush no one could've predicted.
But you know me! I'm one the lucky and ambitious few who actually managed to fight back!
Well.. I would've managed more if the darn suppliers had brought us more ammo instead of paper!
But fortunately I found a use for the paper, as you can see, I'm as resourceful as ever!"
A bullet grazed our writers arm, and some blood spilled on the paper.
"Look I even left you a bit of my blood, now you can clone me!"
He makes a long pause in thinking.
"To be honest who even knows if you get this "letter", maybe there will be no need to, it'll be as fate wills it...
But if you do get it I want to say one last time that I love you with all my heart.
The signature is a single oblique line, cutting through the rest of the text.
He got shot at the last part.
The letter has been passed around every single family with people in the regiment.
No one claimed it.