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In the grip of fear behind enemy lines, he writes to his love.

She is the reason that he fights.

He tells her that he will not survive the night, the assault has failed.

The thought of her makes his pain subside.

Though he knows he will not return home, a calm sets in.

Death can not erase this love.

The enemy comes over the hill, the shells are starting to fall, on top of them all.

Both armies charge up face to face, the sounds of war all over the place.

He locks into battle with a man no older than him, determined to win.

Expended rounds, expired lives, a bombs whistle covers the sky.

Upon the next day, when death has had its way

An old man appears with a cross around his neck, and finds someone still alive.

He kneels next to the man, paper gripped firmly in hand

A recited prayer, the lungs empty of air, and he takes the letter home.

The letter makes its way

Homeward across this distant land

This confession of unending love

Journeys further on.

Traveling from hand to hand

The envelope holding love's last words

Carried by strangers, guided by the wind

Completing the voyage home.

In her mailbox the envelope is placed, his last words finally home.

The postman leaves, the doorbell is rang, just as war machines fill the air.

The bombs begin to rain, screams of fear and pain, fires reach the sky.

The Unopened Envelope lands by her side just as she dies.