Do you remember a few months ago, that night where the whole family was sitting down for Easter dinner and I burst in? Do you remember my shaky fingers and my eyes that scanned the room over and over again nervously as I explained that I was to leave for war? I remember your face, the tears, the words, everything. Mom, you told me not to go, that in war there were no winners and that war would change my life. I was so against these words that I haven't talked to you since, but I want you to know that those words echoed through my head in the cold and sleepless nights and frightening days at war whether I wanted them to or not. I wish that I had believed in you, that I hadn't cut you off and I hope I didn't hurt you. Maybe, you remember those nights we spent you, me and my brother reading Irish folktales about the "Otherworld" where there is no death and happiness lasts forever. …show more content…
In recent days, dear mother I've suffered tremendously, but I shouldn't complain.The news I am about to share with you may shatter your life, as it has shattered mine. In war there are two sides good and bad and each side thinks of the others as bad. In war the people on your side are your friends, your brothers and your family on the other side they are enemies. Mother please recall that I didn't know he was on the other side, if I had things would have not turned out the same. My heart aches with pain for what I've done and the consequences are innumerable. Dear mother, I must tell you now before I lose my gut. I did it, I killed my brother. It was last Tuesday, on a rooftop near O'Connell Bridge dawn was approaching, but for the time being everything was still