Dear Rebecca-

The war marches ever onwards, but my life stands still forever with you my love.

The Vile Russian's have hurled hundreds of millions of men at us every day. Some no older than when I was when we married. Even if they're Vat-Born. To know my enemy sends men closer to children than I am death every day in these trenches to die makes me sick.

I can hardly say that I will exit this war unscathed. Every day the supply lines dwindle and shrink. Other days they grow and expand, allowing me and my company to fill ourselves like kings. Though none could ever beat you, my love.

I charge into the enemy trenches every day just to make sure you're safe. I fire every shot just to hold back the advancing enemies. But I sometimes wonder if this war is really worth it.

You and I both were born during the third year of this epic battle. My mother died in an air raid while your father died bravely fighting in the frontlines. I can hardly say I envied him but I respected him like no other.

So I enlisted to prove myself to him. To make sure he knew his daughter fell in love with a man ready to fight for his country, and I did fight. For several years I survived bombardments, charges, raids, and ambushes. Nearly everything this war threw at me I survived.

After two years I was allowed a year to visit you, to help you. To let you spend time with me, and to let me spend time with my son and daughter.

But I knew that haunting of shells would always wake with me, dear Rebecca. I've seen the barbarity the Russian's are willing to go to succeed. So I left to fight after only two months.

Now I know why you're thinking to yourself why I have retold you this?

But the answer is simple my dear love. For it is because I will die the day you get this letter. And if I don't, then God may have had mercy on me and our family.

The Russians have prepared a new wave today, filled to the brim with massive armies of Vat-Born. The creatures they have made give me shivers down my spine Rebecca. They are creations of flesh and soul twisted into a shape only metal should form into.

Massive war machines made of flesh but stronger than steel.

They have come with numerous a plague attached to them. Each tower I see in the distance brings forth a new wave of pestilence. It is as if the Russians have gotten ahold of God's own plagues. And wrought them together with demons of the highest caliber.

I leave this letter to you in the hopes that when it makes it to you. I could finally tell you what name our third child should have. It pains me that I won't be able to see my new daughter taking her first breath in this world. But I know that I could never let myself live with forcing you to bear for three children.

Nor would I wish to have in my mind the thought of forcing a babe to live in this conflict-driven world with the knowledge that her father is fighting for his life. The babe shall be named Jessie.

I love you, Rebecca, please take care of them for me.

Your dutiful and loving husband -Mike Stahl

A letter recovered by German soldiers near a crater.