ENTRY+5--+Horrors+of+War+1777**

DEAREST Mrs. Alexandra Winchart

I, in all sincerity, wish you have been of good health. After all, it has been an unfortunately drawn-out period of time since I was able to sit down with a quill, in my hand and write to you. Alexandra, I have a confession to make. I know, it would be very unfitting of me to denounce the prevalent series of battles. It would be unfitting because such will dishonour all the brave souls who are out risking their lives right at this very moment, and lets not forget, there has been sacrifices made already, all for a just cause. It would be ignorant of me to fail to see beyond the destruction and demise of our fellow brethren. Yet, how could I possibly desire the triumph of the Patriotic cause, if in the process, such triumph could cost the lives of my two, beloved sons? I hear only news of violence Alexandra! I can only hear the heartbeat of my sons right at this moment! I can only breathe the foul air of battle, the air my sons are breathing in right now. I am only a mere mortal! It is my frailty that I cannot live out the valour of my sons. It is my fraility that I can only taste the uneasiness of dread and angst over the wellbeing of my two sons. My eyes have welled countless times. Please forgive my insolence and pardon the marks of tears on this letter.

May the Lord, the Beacon of Light, guide my two boys and provide soundness and security in times of turmoil.

With gratitude, I seal this letter. You have offered me an invaluable shoulder to lean on. Regards, Caleb Sullivan.