A dirty letter was opened, and the thin letter paper inside was taken out. The handwriting on the letter was scribbled, with many spelling mistakes. But anyone could feel the deep emotions contained within it.
"Dear Aina,
As I write this letter to you on this land stained by smoke and war, the emotions surging in my heart are like a tide that is hard to calm.
All around me is the incessant sound of enemy artillery fire, like a call from hell, cruelly tearing apart the night's silence and tearing at my heart.
The Tang Army's shells are simply too numerous, as if they have an endless supply of ammunition. For every shell we fire at them, they respond with a hundred.
Now, the position I'm at has been bombed beyond recognition, and yesterday our battalion's deputy commander was killed. Every day, people die, and I live in fear every day.
In this endless clamor, the only peace I can find is in the thought of you and the child, the longing for you both.
