Dear Mattie,

I came to work drunk today. France was livid, and I don't blame him. He's in the middle of a war, and his best knight is showing up intoxicated. He said he would have whipped me had I not been his friend, but that I can't count on friendship to get me out of it next time. I told him there wouldn't be a next time. I lied, Mattie! I lied to him! I've never lied to him before! I feel like I'm going to be sick! I don't want this, but this war is destroying me! I can't help it! My best friend is fighting a child, and I don't think I'm doing the right thing by helping him! Don't get me wrong, HRE's reign of terror needs to stop, but he's a child! He's being manipulated by his boss, and by Austria! Why should he suffer for it!? It's midnight now Mattie, and I'm drunk again. There are bottles covering the floor, and I'm ashamed of myself. I can't do anything right.

Forever Yours

Gilbert