I do not own Hetalia okay? I am hoping to finish this story here soon, so be ready for more updates. Anyway, enough of this A/N, on with the fic!
August 22nd 1918
Dear Braginsky and Jones families,
I'm sure that Ivan told me of you in his letters, I am Ernest Henry and I have been on ambulance assignments with your brother and I wanted to write to you about what happened today in case the worst happens or he can't get to you himself. We were on our usual patrol duty, picking up the injured soldiers as our job does kind of have us do and it was at this time we were picking some up during heavy shelling. I mean it was like the worst you had ever seen. For an army losing a lot of supplies, they're sure putting all they have. It's like when an animal is dying and they're more vicious than ever. Well that's not why I am writing to you. I am sure Ivan told you all what he's seen from those krauts.
No, I wrote to tell you that his ambulance was hit and he was injured pretty badly. He had crawled out to some of the other doughboys that got injured as well. Poor bastards were already pretty messed up when we had picked them up but that did not help one bit. He got them to the first person he could find that could help him, which was some fruity cheese eating Frenchman, a Major Bonnefoy. Unfortunately a lot of the soldiers that he could bring back were too far gone and many had died along the way. It's not like he didn't try, but damn, all the shots, the shelling, I'm surprised he made it to help in time. I don't know what's become of him yet. He couldn't move his legs a lot, so one of those may have been broken in the explosion, I don't know. I just drive the ambulance and give some first aid. I'm not a doctor. But I wanted you to hear from someone who was in the shit with him that he did his duty and if that damned Frenchman doesn't put his story in, I will and that man deserves a medal for just pushing on that far. I had never served with anyone else so dedicated to their duty. He spoke of you guys so much and he desired nothing else but the war to be over to get home to you. He's a real family type of guy, even with you Alfred, you are his brother in law and I know most of my in-laws were just awful. I'm divorced or estranged whatever you want to call it. My wife took the kids and headed back east. I lived in a dying mining town in New Mexico. But I'm leaving that there. With a back story like that, I'm the poor bastard who deserved that shelling. I'm not a religious man but I'm praying that Ivan makes it through okay. Would suck if this is what does that tough ol teddy bear in. He's the only one that can carry that title and still have respect.
Sincerely,
Sgt. Ernest Henry.
So how was that? Good? Bad? Short? Long? Let me know in a review. Get ready for some bittersweet parts for a while. This is set in World War 1 era after all. If you want to learn more about the era, I suggest The Great War with Indy Niedell on Youtube as that is a very informative channel and I use it a lot for references. And All Quiet on the Western Front is what I draw a lot of from for personal perspective. Anyway, remember to read (well you just did) and to review. Ciao for now,
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