mohamad yasir

A Love Letter from the Warfront

April 14, 1943 My Dearest Eleanor, As I sit in the dim glow of this flickering candle, the weight of the war presses heavily upon me. The barracks are silent, save for the distant echoes of battle, but my thoughts are far from this desolate place. They are with you—wrapped in the softness of your voice, the warmth of your touch, the laughter that once filled the meadows of our youth.