It's cold and dark. All my friends have all been killed and now I'm on my own, exhausted and terribly frightened. Lying down here with my broken leg. I cannot move. My tears are flowing down my cheeks. The enemies are about a couple miles away, firing their rifles. Soon, they will find me. I'm going deaf from the explosion around me. Death and blood are all over the place. My instincts tells me that I have come to an end, eventually. All I could do now is to wait until the time comes. This is really my last chance to write this last letter to you.
Do you remember that day when I said " I hate you and I'll run away" ?
I lied and I'm sorry, Now, I have realized that I was born to be your son and I shouldn't have said that to you. This will be a guilt that could never be forgiven. I wish I could have been a better son. If I could be born again, I would want to be your son again, really.
Thanks you for all your love you have given to me, It will be in my memory forever. I hope you can look after yourself well, without me. I love you very much, mom.