The Letters

Tears were trickling down my cheaks as fast as the books had toppled down what felt like an age ago. Here I as moaning about having to move to Florida with my family, and there she was alone and scared, with the body of her dead brother in her arms, after jus having learnt the outcome of her other brother and not knowing the outcome of her father, she must have been terrified.

There was one thing that confused me though, if her brothers were dead and her father was in England, where was her mother? Was she also a nurse, had she left them, had she gone with Monica's father to England, or had she already died, like my own father?

With shaking hands I picked up the last letter, vaguely noticing that this one was written by a different hand:

"Dear Monica

I'm afraid that I can not tell you much of your fathe, for you see I myself do not know whether he is alive or not, but I can tell you that he would have been proud of you, I am proud of you, I have never been so happy to be able to call you my niece, but I fear little one, that it is only you and I left in this family. We all heard of the great service you performed to your country, mother England is proud to call you her own. I just wish you to know that if you ever need someone to talk to, if it is a fatherly figure that you need, I am here.

For the last few days we have been on constant watch for the Germans, we thought that, just to be on the safe side, we should send a few planes over seas to the border of Germany, to make sure of the that no more Germans would ruin England's beauty, your father led that party. Before leaving he did get your letter about your worries, your other letter arrived after they had left, we sent it off after them, but I'm afaid I do not know if he ever laid eyes on it for only two men returned, one of them carried your two letters, he said your father wished to send them back to you with a letter that he never managed to write.

I hear that the US has entered the war, I'm afraid that we are not surprised, it was only a matter of time, not that we culd possibly anticipate the brutality of that attack. I know it is not much, but I do believe, that now you have entred this war, we will win, there will be no more loss.

I dearly hope that we will stay in contact.

My love

Your uncle, Sir Richard Smeeton"

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