A Battleworn Letter

Neemaa,

Thank you for your service. As a noncommissioned officer, I know I can't discharge you from duty, but I hope you'll leave this wretched war behind. Just like I'm about to. The voices, they're all I hear now, and I think you were right: they're in my head. When I close my eyes, I see the faces of the people I fought, the people I killed. I think the only way to get rid of the voices is to leave the Army behind, to leave everything and everyone behind. To go it alone from here on out. I think I can make a suitable campsite at the edge of the woods near Bahari Bay. I will be fine. Do not come looking for me. Omaari