A reply to the Ramparts

Echo:

I am deeply sorry to hear of your wounding, though we both are well aware that danger is the soldier's constant bedfellow.  It strikes me, however, that a rest can only do your body good, and, more than likely, your spirit.  Although it saddens me that you have been removed from where you prefer to be, I think that, in time, you will realize the value of rest.  I know I am starting to.  It is difficult, of course, but I do feel some tensions releasing, even as others are realized.

You have no need to be sorry for anything you have yet said, or sent, to me.  We are both, after all, yet human, and with that status comes human hopes and fears, human gestures, and occasionally human mistakes.  I know you meant no ill in sending me your image of the ramparts.  It was a stunning image, as well, all the more so for being drawn on what paper was available to you.  I wonder what you might produce with proper tools and medium?  Should we ever have a chance, when your arm recovers, I would welcome the opportunity to find out.

I find I must cut this letter short, yet again.  Company finds me even here, and rather than allow this to remain unsent another day, I would send it out with today's courier.  Please, continue writing when you are allowed.  I will send more even before I recieve your next letter, if I am able.

Sincerely,

Credence.