Segitene valaki leforditani? I write with no so-called premonitions.

Leírom a levél első mondatait.

Egy valahol a Csendes-óceánok harcoló katona írja, az ápolónő kedvesének (aki Ausztráliában van- a csaj munkája már lejárt, a háború még nem).

My darling, I'm writing this from Mindanao. We leave in the morning for an unknown destination. I write with no so-called premonitions. As a matter of fact, I'm writing this in a pleasant little bar on the outskirts. I've ordered two daiquiris — one for you and one for me.

I miss you. I miss you all the time. It was such a short time, wasn't it? And yet, I remember every second of it, from the moment you washed my back (and I could use a good bath right now), 'til your face faded from view in the darkness when I left. I think about you all the time and wish things were different.

Things will be different. I know that now because there is good in this war, much as I hate it. This is not just a war of soldiers—you weren't soldiers in the strict sense, you were just kids from all walks of life. All kinds of people. There's something new in this war, something good. You could see it, this new thing even in their tired hungry faces as they took courage one from another.