It was World War III, or something like it at least. The young men of our nation were marching on their way to the battlefields. Unfortunately, not everyone gets to choose where he goes or when he dies or when he lives. There was an upcoming conflict, many knew. There was a looming feeling that our sons, our brothers, our nephews, our cousins, our friends, our fathers… they would not be returning from this… He sat at his desk, in his uniform. He thought of her. He slid his hand across the parchment, then held it in place. He picked up his pen and began writing.
Dear _____,
By the time you receive this, I probably will no longer be around. I just wanted to let you know that, I love you, I have always loved you, and I always will. Maybe we will meet again, someday, and I will be waiting for that day.
Sincerely,
_____
He shed a tear. Then another.
He placed the letter in an envelope and dropped it off in an box.
He was last seen walking across the horizon, into the sunset, onward to his fate.
終わり
Yeah, nothing special really. Just a mixture of reality and fiction. A fusion of pen and paper… well, in a digital sense. Nothing great. Just a thought. This reminds me, I should draw stuff!
Posted by t3h Dave
Posted by t3h Dave
Posted by t3h Dave