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Dear Beloved,
They came in the night when the steel rain fell. The crept into the safety of our trench under the cover of the full moon. They moved so quietly into our dark bunks. The men laid on their cots when they moved in and slit their throats. After they had finished their mission they left as quietly as they came. Back to their lines where the steel rain did not fall. In the morning when the men awoke there was blood dripping from some of the cots. In one of them there he laid asleep, so peacefully. He was barely old enough to drink. Still had his stubs of whiskers. Oh how I miss you my beloved. War is truly the closest thing to hell there is on this forsaken Earth.

Forever yours,
Anderson

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