Dear mum
How are you? I am fine. Tell dad thanks for the butane, I really appreciated that, I get through about 3 canisters a month with one thing or another. You wouldn't believe how much a simple cup of tea cheers some of the lads up. I think it's just the ritual of it. You know, letting it brew, the chatter whilst waiting, then of course drinking it. Yeah, some lads don't even need a medic. Just a cuppa and some bantz. It's pretty fucking grim here though mum, I'm not going to lie to you. Oh, that reminds me, can you tell Vera down road from you her nephew is dead? Suicide drone got through trench net. We keep telling them they need to be made of metal. One comes and sets fire to plastic, then a proper one flies through the hole. It's terrifying mum to be quite honest with you. You're never safe. Foods shite as well, just boring stuff. Its weird that actually weve noticed its only white lads here in the combat zone. So no curries and that.

Anyways some poor cunt just stepped on a butterfly mine so I spose muggins here is going to have to go deal with that

till next time mum

love anon

xxxx

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