. A soldier's letter .

I'm afraid, afraid of the battle front, but afraid to come back home too. I miss your eyes, your hands, your lips. I miss peace and silence. The powder comes up to my eyes and blind me.
I don't really know if it's a dream or a nightmare. I don't know if i'm really alive.
Could it be this the heaven? Could it be the temple of God? Could all of this people be angels on soldiers clothes?
Ella, I have to come back, but Do you really love me? Do you really wait for me? Do... you want I come back?
The sky clouds over in my head, the noise make me forget of my own voice, the bombs make me feel like a strange, the guns give me power, but I don't really want power, I want my life back.
But... My life want I come back?
Ella, come for me. I'm loosing my mind. Come, please...