In the mist of war he wrote.

Dear Son,

If you're reading this, it means I've left this world behind, and the thought of that is suffocating me. I'm writing to you from the battlefield, where death lurks around every corner. My heart is shattered, my body broken, but my love for you and your mother remains unscathed.

My precious boy, I'm so sorry I won't be there to see you grow up, to guide you through life's ups and downs, to hold you when you cry, to cheer for you when you triumph. The thought of missing every milestone, every smile, every tear, is crushing me.

Take care of your mother, son. She's the only one I have left, and I'm leaving her behind. Be her shelter, her comfort, her reason to keep going. She'll be lost without me, but with you by her side, I know she'll find a way to heal.

I remember the day you were born, and I felt like the luckiest man alive. I held you in my arms, and I knew I'd do anything to protect you, to give you the best life possible. But now, I'm faced with the reality that I won't be there to do any of those things.

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