(Father's letter from "The Letter")

I don't know if it'll arrive,

but this soldier from afar

writes you from the front line

so you'll know where I am,

fighting for you

and our land.

I never knew why this time

has to be so violent,

why we had to make war,

when I never wanted to climb

into this chaos, into this uproar.

But for freedom,

against the cruel,

I do everything—

may that be clear to you.

This is written from the front,

so far away,

a thousand miles from my home,

though the situation

is turning grim every day.

Blood everywhere,

I don't know what's there—

I feel dizzy and pained,

unable to break through the chain.

They call me to fight,

only to tell you,

I don't wish this on you,

my child.