Dearest Lucy,
By now I suppose everyone will know what we've done but please don't tear this letter up before you've read it. You need to hear the full story. I know that it'll all be in the papers and on the wireless and the accusations are true, Lucy, have no illusions about that. But we haven't been heard out properly. No one wants to listen to us; they just want it to be all easy. I can't give you all the details now, Lu, the censure would only omit them, but they don't censor letters from the men awaiting execution. Usually there's no point, their all about regret and repentance and eternal love to family etc. etc. So each of Edmund and I are allowed an uncensored letter. They'll both be to you, Lucy. Both in my handwriting, I don't want to put Edmund through the memories again, but I'll tell you my version of events. All that has happened. This doesn't count, I'm writing this in the barrack room on my last night as a free man, and tomorrow Tom will take it to the post. The platoon tried so hard, they're a good group of men, don't blame them when you know. But it was a show trial; we couldn't have won if we tried. It's over now; the papers won't know that yet and the officers are coming for us tonight at about 9 o' clock. We're going to prison for the night and then tomorrow… well you'll know soon enough. Remember 2 letters in my hand writing. Watch the post, darling.
Your brother
Peter pevensie.