“Mostly those, who returned home, would forget us after writing their second letter. To be more precise, they did not forget us, but they did not want to remember anything and tried to forget the cursed military service as soon as possible and to wash off non-erasable dirt of spirit and body. One would drink till becoming unconscious as if vodka could dilute the stale spiritual dirt, lingering all around. In the morning, after getting up with a heavy hangover and inner emptiness, you start to believe that everything what happened was only a terrifying nightmare. A day like this keeps on repeating every time till the brain, damaged by alcohol, produces a doubt alongside the grief due to the happenings in the past. The said doubt would suggest that nothing really had happened. Writing a letter is a way to return to the horrible reality against one’s own will when the brain, suffering with fever and always looking for a compromise, is going to be disturbed once again.”