I have seen war change folks in the most puzzling of ways, boy into men, men into something else. Shedding blood does something to you that I fear can never be undone. You asked me in your last letter why I never return home or sent you a missive. Dear mother this is why. I have never taken a life with my hands, but I have gotten men prepared who have then gone on to take hundreds of lives. I see the screams of the dead when I close my eyes and lay to sleep. War has changed me mother, I fear the lovely daughter you birthed and raised is long gone. I left you and father with the purpose of saving lives. I have failed. I have too much shame in my heart to come home. My wages will continue to reach you. Please continue to think of me fondly as your lovely daughter. Farewell
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JOVIAN
Shiver's Edge
