Sgt Dawson’s widow deserves to know how he really died

Dear Mrs. Dawson,

My name is Frank Tiller, and I was with your husband when he died. I don’t know how to contact you proper, but the sergeant once told me the two of you used to read stories like this, so I figure you might find these words too. He used to read to you while you drew pictures from what’s happening, isn’t that right? He said you weren’t scared of nothing though — didn’t matter how dark it got, your laughter was a light to follow. I don’t suppose you’re laughing much these days. I know I’m not.

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