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Dearly beloved Prue,
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Dearly beloved Prue,
I hope your morning is fine, as it isn't so much here. The skies are dreary and grey, dark clouds are heavy, ready to pour droplets of sorrow, like the tears of the nurses gathered at the memorial of our lost soldiers last friday. It was tragic when we lost the captain, he was truly a good man. We all blame each other, not pointing fingers at anyone, but as a team we have failed him. He died about two in the morning, got ambushed, didn't know there were enemies ahead of us, completely unaware as it was still dark. Oh Prue, if only we were ever more so attentive,
I remember it so vividly, Thomas and I were against the trench walls reloading our equipment, our legs halfway coated in the mud they sank slightly. It was pouring and we were surrounded by complete darkness as well as oblivion. I couldn't hear anything, the sound of the heavy rain were pounding like bullets, ironically soon enough, gunshots were heard.
I choose not to continue, as I will surely discomfort you dearest. I send my sincere apologies as I can't be there with you on St Valentines, but please do pray for me as everyday is a struggle,I will cherish you in my heart always.
Dearly beloved Prue,
I hope your morning is fine, as it isn't so much here The skies are dreary and grey, dark clouds are heavy, ready to pour droplets of sorrow, like the tears of the nurses gathered at the memorial of our lost soldiers last friday It was tragic when we lost the captain, he was truly a good man We all blame each other, not pointing fingers at anyone, but as a team we have failed him He died about two in the morning, got ambushed, didn't know there were enemies ahead of us, completely unaware as it was still dark Oh Prue, if only we were ever more so attentive,
I remember it so vividly, Thomas and I were against the trench walls reloading our equipment, our legs halfway coated in the mud they sank slightly It was pouring and we were surrounded by complete darkness as well as oblivion I couldn't hear anything, the sound of the heavy rain were pounding like bullets, ironically soon enough, gunshots were heard
I choose not to continue, as I will surely discomfort you dearest I send my sincere apologies as I can't be there with you on St Valentines, but please do pray for me as everyday is a struggle,I will cherish you in my heart always
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