Dear Anya,

I hope, you get this letter at least. This is the 5th letter, I’m writing to send you. The first three, I tried sending you, went to ashes with the cargo planes that went down near the mountains. The fourth one got destroyed on the ambush on the convoy in the mountains as well.

No wonder, the locals call those mountain ranges, “Devil’s Picket Fence.” The mountain valley is littered with anti-aircraft guns and snipers. And to make it worse, last week. A infantry company took control of the main highway that runs through here and Samsud. That’s not the worse part. The worst part is that the commander of that company is no other than Esmail Amjad , his like the Khorasan’s answer to Erwin Morrell. The Khorasani’s have a nickname for him, “Zulfiqur”. The name of the sword used by the legendary Sargonian swordsman, Saladin that can cut through everything even a mountain. That’s one guy, I hope. I don’t get the opportunity to meet.

If this letter gets to you. I want you know how much I miss you. When ever I go to sleep, I dream of your sweet embrace. I, dream of you being with you and our child. And I got some good news, my CO told me my tour was gonna end early. Isn’t that something? If my good luck doesn't run out. Which I hope, doesn't. I will be able to be beside you just in time for child birth.

I hope, to be there in time to witness the birth of our child. Love you, Anya

Yours always,

Barnaby.

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