The Misadventures of Quinxy von Besiex truths, lies, and everything in between

Letter from a Soldier

My dearest,

The truth is no longer a commodity in which I have a right to trade.  I have tried to shield you from the grim reality of this bloody war.  But the enemy of free men, these dastardly British, emissaries of a mad, despotic king, have traced our rebel band to this small isle on Parrie Sound.  They have encircled us, we are cut off.  If there must be a kindness found in this moment it is that they have granted us these 7 final hours to set right our mortal affairs, and pray for the arrangement of our immortal ones.

And so in these hours, where the light of the day has failed, where the full moon has risen to give us one final parting glance, I see the infinitude of unshared moments (yours and mine) that hang in this balance.  Alas, if it be God's will that His universe play such games, then He is welcome to my flesh; and come morning these earthly jackals intend to deliver it.     

But we shall test His will this night. We may have sighted a weakness in their lines; and the good Book says, "He helpeth those who helpeth themselves.".  

If these become my final words, then we have failed and all is lost. But find comfort that we struggled to our dying breath.

Yours, in life and death,

Captain Phillip von Besiex   

Sept 6, 1777