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Dear Jakob,
I swear , I’ve only been gone for a month, and I come to hear that you’re going off to war ? You silly boy. You’re not allowed to go off and get into trouble while I’m stuck here at school. If you get yourself killed, I swear .
How’s mama taking the news? Tomasz is the one who wrote to me, so I haven’t heard from her about it yet. Although I can’t imagine that it will be long before her letter arrives. I can hear her worrying about you already- though I know perfectly well that I’m just as bad.
I suppose that if it was going to be one of us to go off to war, it would be you. Tomasz and I have always been far too preoccupied with our studies to do anything like that. But honestly , myszko. Like we didn’t nearly get ourselves killed enough as little children.
School’s been alright so far. Entirely too much memorization for my taste, of course, but we won’t get back into proper work for another month yet. I wonder if they’ll send some of us upper-year students off to help in the war. Maybe I’ll see you out there! I don’t think I’d like it terribly, though, even if it means getting to help people and do some proper work. Something about getting shot at just isn’t to my taste.
I’ll end this letter now before I go on for another paragraph and a half with worry. Stay safe, and come home as often as you can. And most importantly, write ! I’m sure that you’ll have plenty of amazing stories, out there.
Your brother,
Wicent