A letter written by deserter, Nathaniel Eyre, to his best friend who is marching towards Berlin July 28th, 1943
Dear Chester,
In a little less than a month I have gone from a hero to a disgrace. The sheep expect me to be silent and quiet, accepting my hero status passively. The say they revere and respect me but can't seem to handle when I drink a little on the side or get in a few fights just to null the pain. The other people in the office tried to confront me, saying they wanted to help, but they did so with the fakest fucking eyes I have ever seen. Churchill himself was the only one who was honest with me, the bastard of a prime minister, told me I was worthless outside of a desk without my leg. I swung at the fat bastard but without the use of my other leg, I ended up just falling over right in front of him. You know what he did after that? He didn't laugh, or snicker, he just sighed...then walked away. I wasn't even worthy of his pity! Imagine that, me, not even worthy of a bloody sack of lards pity! Does he know what I have done for his country! Does he know that I was the only Captain willing to die with my unit...while he sits in his ivory tower and claims he is ending the war! To hell with all of it, so I left. I got on a train at kings cross and headed south.
I have been traveling for about 12 days now. My money ran out 4 days ago and no one is willing to spare even a quid for a drunken soldier like me. I have dug through the trash to find anything that can be considered a meal but have resorted to just letting the hunger mull around inside of me...letting it fuel my anger. I don't care if I can't eat, I don't want livestock's scraps. I will find my own way. I will regain what I have lost, no matter the cost.
I have heard tales of ruins near Exmouth. The tales say that the ruins of Camelot sit there waiting for Arthur to return, and be restored to glory. They tell of Merlin himself sitting and waiting for his king to return. I have not gone so insane to believe Merlin actually exist...but what if something there waits for me...what if I am to be in Arthur's court...then I could finally be free.
Nathaniel Eyre