Downfall of Arms and All Things Beautiful


Dear Leigh,

I am writing to tell you that I am okay and that you needn’t worry about me. I will maybe be coming home next week, where I will stay with you forever.
Leigh, I have missed you so much! I can’t wait to embrace you and hear your sweet voice, stroke your blonde hair, and gaze into your sapphire eyes…
Death is all around me, Leigh, it is hell. I swear that I will take my gun and personally kill every member of the government myself. I hate their stupid law! I am only 18 years of age, and they expect me to come here and fight for my country. Why can’t everyone just get along in this dying world?
Leigh, I will be back soon. Will you meet me at the London Train Station? I will try to call you the day before I arrive in London, and then we will be together again.

I promise.

Love, Peter