Day 6:
It is cold again. Wish not answered. Prayer not granted. Close enough. Wish not granted. Prayer not answered. Probably all assume us dead. Rock fall. Avalanche or...
Something. Rocks fell on top of all six of us. No sickbays here of course. Too cold, too solid. Too far under snow and rocks. Rock fell on my left arm, can’t use it well. Broken, I suspect. Need rest, good for the bones.
Day 7:
I love Annie. What is love? I like Annie. Are they not the same thing? Liking someone and loving someone? What is like? Annie... I hope she’s alright. Will she be safe in London? Will father protect her? Will Maria save her from harm? Will Jeremiah defend her? Will mother be in good hands? Fortune, I pray that you smile down upon my home this night. Protect my family.
Day 8:
Annie loves me. Does she? Yes, of course. Then why did she pull away from me that night? She was nervous. Annie likes me. Is that so? What is love? What is like? What is it that Annie feels? What was she thinking that night? Annie... Annie Heethare... Annie... Queen Annie and King Patrick. Good health to our future family. May peace fall upon mine household this night. Keep my family safe from harm. I beg of you, O Lord, spare them. Spare them as you have spared my life, don’t let me lose the one thing in my life that keeps me going, don’t take away the one thing in my life that still makes sense. Please.
Day 9:
Annie loves me. I love Annie. Annie likes me. I like Annie. Annie loves me. I love Annie. Annie likes me. I like Annie.
Day 10:
Enough of this! I miss her already (three days to be exact). I wonder if Annie misses me as much. I am starving, in a way. We should be able to get out by tomorrow. Arm is better. Not completely healed, but close enough. Weather is obviously warm. Thou hath not known the pain that I’ve gone through. I miss Annie dearly.
Day 11:
We made it out today. All soldiers know I am Prince Patrick now, they found out when I dropped my Russian accent. Normally I have a British accent. That, I believe, is what gave me away. I will sail back to my Kingdom tomorrow.
Day 19:
Have not written in a week. Forgive me. I am on a very big ship called After The Rain. Wonderful news. It has rained. Finally. Finally feel clean again. I think that sneaking into battle taught me an important lesson. I never realized how dangerous wars are... How frightening they could be. So many deaths. So many peoples lives taken away. So many of our men died... So many loved ones are gone. Yet I lived. The other five men all lived but one. Stupid Russian weather. We were stationed in Northern Russia, in the area of the Arctic Circle. No clue what we accomplished there by any means. So cold. So cold and ice everywhere.
Every night this past week I would look at the water and see people dancing on it. One person I knew very well, myself, and one I wanted to get to know better... Annie. Soon, tomorrow actually, I will... I’ll be home soon. I’m coming home, Annie. Wait for me...
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