From Johansen
Dear Johnny,
I sit here in a trench, remembering the days when we were boys playing in the streets of london with nothing more than our pretend cricket-bats and rocks. I remember when things were bad, and we had to fight the other kids or run home. I remember how we learned to pick and choose our battles, and where to have them, and when to run away.
It's a shame we didn't have trenches back then, although I guess the alleys were about the same. I sort of wish, in a small way, that we could have done something back then to have prevented this whole mess. Maybe mum was right about going to school, and becoming doctors. I wish we had listened to her more. I got your letter about the tb getting her.
I wish I was there with you now.
Derek