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Announcement: For those who been reading this for a long time you would've noticed that I changed the protagonist's name from Petros to Bedros which is actually two Armenian variants for Peter. The reason why is because I learned that Bedros would be his version of the name due to the region he was born in before coming to America as an immigrant. Anyway Merry Christmas everyone!
Private Bedros Sahakian
Journal Entry 26
July 5, 1932, Tuesday
It started raining hard last night and this morning as well. As the old saying goes, when it rains it pours. After doing duties around the base I was actually able to sit down and listen to the radio that Al bought from a merchant on the street. One of the best choices he ever made I believe. Listened to Shidaiqu music for a little bit before checking for the channels and finally found the Shanghai Dawn network Sachi works for.
They emphasized several products like canned food to a new brand of perfume. They lay it on pretty thick and it was tedious but then I finally heard Sachi on the air. She was announcing a new raffle contest for anyone who subscribed to their magazine. Then Sachi went on to inform about an upcoming event at the Race Club this Saturday. Didn't really care about any of that but it's great to hear from Sachi. She's really proving herself.
Years ago a lot of people used to mock her dream to work in the radio business. If only they could hear her now. Then as quickly as she began her program it ended with her wishing all her listeners a good day despite the wet weather, making some corny joke about floating away in the water. Clearly that last part was from a script because the Sachi I know has better jokes than that.
Going to tease her for that whenever I see Sachi in town again.
Well afterwards I switched around channels to find something else to listen to when Shang showed up with a letter. He said it was for me before heading for his next errand. Turning off the radio I opened up the envelope and upon seeing the contents my eyes widened. It was Nayat's handwriting. My sister finally wrote back.
That sure lifted a great weight off my shoulders.
In the letter Nayat asked how I was doing and mentioned that she's helping Aunt Elen run the boarding house with cousin Talin and her husband Hazar. They're expecting their first child in a few months from now. Uncle Samvel has managed to keep his small fruit business going with Davit's help in spite of how things are worsening all over Los Angeles. Arsine is still working as a secretary at the local newspaper though she is aiming to become a reporter.
Arsine always did fancy herself as what I would call a crusading investigator.
Well Nayat then requested that I write more to them and with some more pictures if I can. What really got me was that she prayed for me every night and beseeched me to remember them back home.
Not ashamed to admit my eyes watered a little bit and re-read the letter a few more times before I went back to my bunk. Just finished my next letter to her and will get it posted tomorrow. My absence has really been hard on them and I really miss them too. Yet no matter how far we are, we're still family.