热枕 思念
Dear Mr Inman:
Since you've left, time has been measured out in bitter chapters. Last fall, my father died. Out farm at Black Cove is abandoned. Every house in these mountains touched by tragedy. Each day the dread of learning who has fallen, who will not return from this terrible war. And no word from you. Are you alive? I pray to God you are.
This war is lost on the battlefield and is being twice over by those who stayed behind. I'm still waiting, as I promised I would. But I find myself alone and at the end of my wits, too embarrassed to keep taking from those who can least afford to give.
My last thread of courage now is to put my faith in you, and to believe I will see you again. So now I say to you, plain as I can, if you are fighting, stop fighting, if you are marching, stop marching. Come back to me, come back to me is my request.
