Solidarity
Posted: Wed May 07, 2014 3:10 pm
The piece of parchment was wrinkled and dog-eared after having been stuffed far too long in a satchel. The page smelled of woody canvas and a tinge of medical ointment.
Agnie sz k a,
FOrg i ve my scipt i hazzard lo oking a foo l to wri te with this hand, for it is what I have got left
I me ant wha t it was I sai d when I came to y Ou and no mat ter what is said
or what will comE
I wish for yo u to know that we are st o ne and that we both bel ong in this WE of which I wri te so tog ethe r we aught to ev ince solida Rety,
let us reemeber YOur husband; sha ll we have for h im a MEmORial service at t he c hapel?
loss is bes t not endured a lon e and we ca n onLy be s tone as 1.
glor i A wynsee