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Samuel ::
Tristan, get back to your unit.
Tristan : Those boys are boring. I'd rather have you
watching my back.
Man : Go, mate
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Samuel :: February 3rd, 1915. Dear Susannah. The horror
of this place is indescribable. Nothing is as I thought
it would be. Tonight as I prayed for the souls of those
who died so terribly yet so bravely, I admit that I also
prayed for personal glory. Is that wrong to want to
distinguish myself gloriously in combat as my father
did? Tristan and Alfred watch over me so
carefully that I may never get the opportunity.
Man : Charge
!
Tristan : God damn it!
Are you hit?
Samuel :: It's just a
scratch.
Samuel :: Susannah, I see now not that my father was
right but that I was naive.
Samuel :: Let me get up! Damn it!
Tristan : Stay down!
Man : Fall back!
Samuel :: Still, we place our bodies in God's keeping.
We go into battle honorably. Full of confidence, with
His name on our lips.
Man1 : We're
pinned
here.
Man2 : We'll wait.
Man3 : Give him a hand.
Man4 : Help him down.
Samuel :: Susannah, I try to guard against
despair , but there are moments when it seems all human
decency is broken done. Alfred will recover from his
wounds. But he and Tristan seem to have
drifted apart, or worse. And
I cannot understand it. I miss you more than you can
imagine. You're all that's clean and cool and pure. I
close my eyes and fix my thoughts on you. I now regret
that we listened to everyone and agreed to wait to
marry. Even more, I regret that I left before we could
be together as we planned to be, my love. Please stay on
at the ranch and wait for me. Don't let Father worry. I
know God's mercy will protect me, aided considerably by
Tristan, who seems to come to France less to fight the
Germans than to act as my nursemaid. Be well, my love.
Your own, Samuel :. |
