You alright there?

I didn't think so.

I didn't think you'd die, either, but that still happened.

I would say that I'm messing with you. This time though, I'm not.

Everyone knew that wars take lives. That that battle would claim hundreds.

No one could have guessed though that it would be you.

Most of us have probably told you that already.

I dont know what to do, Fred.

On the one hand, I could get on with my life. In the other, firewhisky.

Moving on with life is much harder than it sounds.

I'm back in Romania, Norberta is keeping me company, but she can tell that something isn't quite right.

I miss you, squirt.

I'm sorry, I can't do this. I don't think I will write again. I don't think I can. It's not working for me. This is only intensifying the pain.

- Charlie