Hello Mom and Dad, how’s it going? For me, it hasn’t really been fun for me, being in the war and all. But i hope life has been going really good for you and the family. Also, tell the rest of the family that i miss the and i love them so much. Speaking about family, how’s uncle jimmy doing. I remember back he would ruse me by saying he took my nose. I also remember when he told me as a kid to never fight with other people. Now look at me, i’m in  a republican army. Also how’s Grandpa Billy doing, is he even still alive? But anyway, i’m always going to remember him as the funny and fun Grandpa. I can even remember him giving me my first bottle of whiskey, after not letting me drink alcohol until i was 25. But anyway i’m okay at the army, they taught us to be ascetic It actually has been really scary and i feel so blessed to come back after a battle alive and not in a coffin. But don’t worry, it’s going to be okay and i’m going to come home to you guys alive. Also how’s the weather over there? For me it has been very cold here. I actually miss being in hot weather in the summer and eating home cooked meals from you guys. I can’t wait to come home to eat some of your famous Fried chicken, wow i’m such a fanatic over that food. But Mom, Dad i have something to tell you. Your other son that’s fighting with the free staters has passed away. He’s in a better place now. I’m the one who ended up killing him. I’m so sorry, I didn’t know it was him. I was sitting on a parapet, and he was on a turret. And all i could’ve seen was a silhouette of a man then i was beleaguered. So then i ended up shooting him by doing a clever ruse on him. Then i checked to see the man i just killed. Then i find myself standing in front of my dead brother, Now I have to live with all of that remorse and guilt. I am so sorry. You don’t have to forgive me. But i just want to let you know that I love you both so much.

Love, 

Your son

          This is your son, Theo. How are you guys? Are you guys sleeping well knowing the war has ended?

          War really causes bad things. As you are Free Staters, and I am a Republican. This war has turned us into enemies. When this war began, I had a desire to kill all enemies. A desire similar to a fanatic. 

           During the war as I hid behind the parapet, I got caught. A man in a turret had been notified by an old women. The only way to survive was to kill him. So I got my rifle, stood up, and shot. I killed him. But what I didn't know that there was an opposing sniper across on the other roof. He had shot my right arm. I couldn't stay there. While nursing my wound I planned to escape. I used a pretty clever ruse. 

           I took my cap and placed it over my rifle. And placed it against the parapet so it can be seen. The enemy had thought it was me and shot. Thinking I was dead, he stood there looking across as his head silhouetted against the sky. I took my revolver and shot. He fell forward and off the roof. As he was falling, the lust of battle died in me. 

           The streets were quiet, so I decided to climb down. With curiosity I went to check on the enemy that had fell. The quiet street then became beleaguered with gunshots. I darted across the street as I was being shot at and  fell to the ground next to my own brother, Greg. 

          I now sit here writing this letter with sorrow and remorse. I have killed the one I've been closest to all my life. 

                

                                                                       Sincerely,

                              Theo

            

            

    Hello I know a letter from me is the last thing you’d expect in the mail. I know we haven’t talked since the start of the war, since everyone in the family chose sides and became fanatics about the war. I don’t want it to be like that anymore. I want you to know that despite all the things we said despite all the things we did that day I’ll never forget the silhouette of the house and the times you took us to horse races or the times when we would all lay on the roof to watch the stars. Although I wish I could go back to when our relationship was like that I can’t. I was hidden with my sniper picking people of one by one when I decided to have a smoke. Before I knew it I had a bullet in my arm and had to come up with a clever ruse to fool my enemy so I wouldn’t get hit by another bullet. It came to a point where I was beleaguered after shooting and informant and the driver of and armored car eventually I shot the sniper. I ran over to the body and dodged the turret gunfire and ducked by a parapet. I looked over at the sniper and I saw him,I saw my brother,I saw your son.I feel great remorse for what I have done. I went into this enthusiastic about the war only to find out the effects of war and what it does. I understand you may hate me and want to do to me what I did to him and I don’t blame you. I only hope some day you could forgive me.    

                                Sincerely, Patrick                

Dear Family,
Sorry for having to tell you by letter than in person but your other son is dead. Sorry but i'm the one who killed him.It was a complete misunderstanding, if I knew it was him I probably might of not killed him.He shot me in the arm and I had to use a ruse on the guy.It all started when I struck a match from behind a parapet. After I put the match out I tried to stay hidden but then an informer told a guy on the turret and I had to kill him and the informer.So at that moment I gave away my position and I was shot in the arm at that time I was beleagueredfrom the shots of the sniper bullets flying barely past my head.
 
        As I sat there with my dead arm I realized that I needed to get the bullet out of arm.Me and the other sniper and I were very fanatic about our jobs, trying to support our cause.At that moment I had to use a ruse on him and make him think he killed me.My trick worked and I pulled my revolver out and shot him from about 50 yards.If you ask me that is a good shot when I went to see who the sniper was I felt a remorse about killing him.Turning over the body of my brother made want to quit.
         Sincerely,
Your Son Little Timmy