Elevinth Letter, No more turning away.

Mark leaves with the army for a while, he and Leo started to avert their dream, until Mark decides to get back on their track

Dear Brandy,

I hope this letter finds you at well, I told you not to send me any letters, but you did, and I haven't read any of them, I'm not mad don't worry, it feels good to know that after all this time you still remember me, I'm glad none of us had forget.

I have just reached home, I had to travel for a while, I went along with the army troops, I have seen too much blood, I wrote few poems about it, yes I did write something besides Letters to Brandy, I had quit that job, I had enough of politics and blood, I can no longer stand being called "sir" in a military voice, I now despise all guns and weapons, I even threw mine away.
It seems that Leo and I were growing apart from our dream, each was satisfied with his life, but now that I left my job, we must go on with it,  tomorrow we'll go and buy that place, one of the trooper told me about a good place to buy furniture, he says it's his brother's so we might get a good deal, I believe this is it, it's time to make it happen, I hope Leo would support me one last time, I haven't seen him and Sharon for a long time, I wounder if he's still writing Starlet.
I have to go now I need to get some sleep, it's amazing how many thoughts come up my mind once I say this, " I have to go" tonight I'll sleep early, I'll wake up at 3:32 to the sound of that music box instead of gun fire or the sound of another trooper shouting "incoming", I wish it was your voice instead, but not yet, not until it's done, it's amazing how anger became my motive, it's amazing that after all this time I still can't forget, thank you Brandy, thank you for this, but bear with me a little more, and for once wish me well, and I'll pray for you, same as every night, along with Sharon, the crowds, Vyvienne and those troopers I'm not sure when would I write you again, and I hope my next letter would be telling you good news, I still don't know when, but I'll write you, be sane and be well.
Yours truly,
 Mark.