November 7, 1991 Sometimes it happens that fate brings complete strangers who knock on the doors of our homes, confident that we will receive them with open arms and great love. They come bearing strange messages inside, They begin to arouse our interest from the first words they wrote, which they could not write. Even before the first meeting, they steal our thoughts, and I do not know what to write to you. I think your letter has reached the wrong place, and I apologize on behalf of the postman who was the cause of this beautiful and sad chaos. at same time , Perhaps he had a lot of sad letters written with a lot of tears in this cold month. The letters became frozen and had no warmth, and their destination was no longer specific. Your letter arrived in Florida, but to me, and I am called Mary Brooks, not to your friend
I think there was a misunderstanding, and I apologize because I read the entire message. I thought it was directed to me, but after I finished reading it, I realized that you were writing to someone else, and I wrote to him with a heart very similar to mine, a sincere heart, and it reminded me of tears that I had previously shed for loved ones that I also lost in the war, and you have drowned me in them again, since I read your letter while I... I'm not feeling well, sir I was struck by the grief of your words about losing all your friends, about the sadness that you live there in Chicago alone, and about the friends whose legs and hands were amputated, and their dreams
I always thought that soldiers were just soldiers, they had no dreams, no family, and had nothing they wanted but to defend their homelands, but I saw other things now, more dangerous things. They were children too and we had to carry them all. It was the issue of all of us, not just you and your friend. , I must tell you that I have no experience in the field of wars that you are fighting or that you were fighting. To a simple woman like me, they seem distant and impossible. How I wished in the days that passed after I read your letter that I would not remember your name or the name of your friend David Otto and Aaron Wilson. You have become my friends too. I knew your secrets without you knowing me
Forward love, for love's sake, and without fears And I thank you because you pushed me to care more about the victims of war. As for those who died, they were not victims of war and never will be. They are heroes, and whatever you feel, I want you to get up every day with smiling lips, to prepare for this life that they did not live, and to live it exactly as it is. They dreamed as they wished, and I know that you will experience a period of silence, crying, and sadness, a period in which you will hardly know yourself, sir, and a period in which you will reject everything as well, and that is okay, but just be careful to not ask for this life when it does not ask for you, because when you do That is because you are betraying them, and betraying all of us. Who will remember their faces and dreams, who will tell us about them? And in most tragic historical events, there is always a last man alive, a real man who decides not to live for himself, but rather to live for his friends
As I built my work, which I do to help the elderly, I believed that the real suffering is for a person's life to end in a place he does not want to be, for a person to live with people he does not want to live with, but I knew that there is something worse than that, which is to lose a person. All those who once desired them in hideous ways, But we all had to get used to getting used to, whether to our sorrows or to our joys, gradually we create everything that happens, it is the pace of life, and you must not forget that there are always other people who need you
Whoever escapes life, escapes death as well, so live both equally as we all do. As for me, as a woman, I am trying to understand this sadness that has surrounded your necks, and I am trying not to lie to myself by not saying that I understand your sadness or that I know it. That's why I don't understand how you feel Whoever lies in order to reassure others will neither be strong nor weak "It will be nothing of everything." That is why I will tell you that I have never believed, and I will never believe, that war is evil. War is just another image of the side in which humans have not evolved. There is only one thing I fear now, which is that I will never be worthy of your message or your suffering that I have just known. I am a very small little woman and my lamps. It is not luminous, it is insignificant and will not help you in your deep, sad world. I can see the bombs from here too, but even if they didn't fall on us, I know they were falling on you and your friends, and I know they were always there. It's great to share with you and carry with you what was happening there even though it never happened here.
To Mr. John Merle
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