Dear angel girl,

I have no words to describe you how happy I am. I can't believe that I have missed our little Jocelyne first word, but I am comfort that when I'll retune I'll get to hear her call me 'Daddy." Every news that you tells me about our home makes me happy.

I'm well here. They feed us with tuna and some corn from cans, but we had finally got our big chance. I can't tell you the details in case this letter would find it's way to the enemy, just know that I'm pretty sure you'll hear something about this in the news very soon. The nights are lonely here, and colds. We starts our training before the sun comes up and end it hours after the sun comes down. I have only one hour to myself, and today I'm dedicate this hour for you.

I do can tell you that yesterday, my commander was ill. They send him to see a doctor, and I had been left to supervise the operational. Simon rolled his eyes when I told him what to do. Beside him, everyone listen. When we all retune, I'll make him call me "Sir". You'll see.

In your last letter you told me that my mother tells everybody that her son is a hero. Tell her that she is wrong, Clary. Try not to hurt her feelings too much. I'm not a hero. We are doing things here that if you were knew exactly what they are, you would have broken up with me. Yet I must tell you: everything that we are doing, we're not doing because we want to hurt or kill. Whenever we are act we think for ourselves: "If I'll do it, am I protecting my home?"

War it's an ugly thing indeed. I am torn inside Clary. I want this whole thing would end. I want nothing more than to come back to you and be with our family. I dream about you at nights, and I want our child near me. There is nothing that I want more than to come back. The other side inside me is scared. I've been so long far from home, what if when I'll retune I'll find out that it's not like I thought it would be? What if I'll find out that in my absents you fall in love with someone else? What if I'll come back and wake up at nights screaming from nightmares? And what if not the end of this war shall send me back to you, but an injury that from it I could never recover?

I'm trying not to think about this too much. It's not hard. We are far too busy and tired to think. And if any of those would to happen, I'm telling myself that at least I done all that I have could to protect all of us.

I love you Clary, and I love our girl. Tell my parents that I love them. And tell your parents and brother that I love them too. I hope to see you all again soon.

Love,

Angel boy.

This Fanfic is dedicated for every child, parent and/or lover that has never came back from war.