LETTER FROM THE SUNFLOWER SOLDIER
How are things going at home? We arrived at the front yesterday. There isn't a front, really, it's a strip of no-man's-land, and we live in the trenches. I remembered Grandma when we passed by a field of sunflowers yesterday. It's incredible that they sprout in the middle of the war, and we all rejoiced and started singing as the transport crossed the sunflower field.
It's gotten dark, and I
can't sleep. Every now and then you see a flash of light, and
sometimes gunshots in the middle of the night. I remember when I was
a child and couldn't sleep. Now I want to sleep, and I can't help but
be awake. Tomorrow I'm going on patrol; I can't tell you where. I
don't know why, but I can't help thinking about the sunflowers. It's
as if there's a touch of color in the middle of hell. I'll finish the
letter when I get back; then they send us to the rear for a couple of
days.
Letter found on the body of V.Z.G, 3rd Reconnaissance Platoon.
Killed
in action on July 5, 2025 somewhere
on the front lines
The
Adversiter Chronicle, diario dependiente cibernoido
Salt Lake
City, Utah
Director Editorial: Perry Morton Jr.
IV
http://theadversiterchronicle.org
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