Letters to War

by Nancylu92

1940. The school where the choirboys attended had blown up when they were pre-teens, blowing them back to their home countries and towns. Two boys keep in touch through affectionate letters, hanging onto the memories that they have left of each other. AU.

1. My Heartstrings

Simon Durand

8 Rue Juste, Floor 5 Room 2A

Nice, France

January 20, 1940

Simon,

How are you in France, right now? I wish I could see you, sometimes. What's it like in Southern France during winter? I'll bet it's really warm.

You live right by the Italian bastards, and now Germany is invading France and the Low Countries. How can you live with that, honestly? I wish I could just wring their stupid little heads off their sockets, and just… you know what I'm getting at.

Maybe I should join the RAF? I really want to be able to fly a plane, and fight for Britain.

I can't believe I'm writing to you in the midst of a war. Is it strange? I sometimes find myself looking over pictures of our school, our choir, and you. I haven't seen you in years, and I wanted to tell you how I was doing, and get your information in return. I live in Leeds, England, with my parents and grandfather. My grandmother returned to Spain, at my grandfather's request, so she could be safe in their native country.

I know that I'm the last person you want to hear from; I know that very well. You probably wanted to hear from Jack, or Maurice, or maybe even Bill. But I wanted to tell you, that you've always been the better one. Always. Don't forget that, even if France might go up in flames at any minute now.

I promise, even though this gale of a war may have blown us apart like this, I swear my heartstrings will never break from you.

From,

Roger F. Campbell