Dear Brother
The days have been a massacre my moral is low but my brothers are making sure I’m okay many have fallen but they always smile even though I struggle I see the faces that have fallen in front of me I can’t sleep whispers always are in my head shadows appear I tell them to stop but they keep coming my brothers are worried I think I know some of them are worried I don’t know how long I have but I hope you can find peace of what I have done I will die fighting for what’s right and if I do die hopefully one day I can reunite with you in hell or heaven.
You’re dearest brother Doddsy
𝐆𝐑𝐄𝐍 | M-Sgt. DoddsyMaster Sergeant