EVIDENCE SEIZED FROM CIVILIAN TRAITOR,
CITIZEN #36375840
My dear wife,
I hope that you and our son are now settled in Constantine City.
I know the evacuation can't have been easy, but you must trust me when I say that you are better off there than here in Pyrrhus, whatever hardships you face.
The battle for the city is ferocious now. At first everything seemed to go as our Generals predicted, but soon the ISA began to chip away at our defenses. Now our soldiers fight them street by street. I can't imagine the possibility of defeat, but victory seems a long way off.
I don't blame the Autarch, but for all his greatness he's just one man. If we had a dozen Autarchs to lead the army in person, I'm sure this war would have ended back on Vekta. But he must leave the execution of his strategy to others, and his Generals fail him time after time.
There, I've said too much. If the censors open this letter I'll be shot. Luckily for me, most bureaucrats who haven't fled the city lie buried under the rubble.
I have to stop writing though, as darkness has fallen and I must go out to fetch supplies. The curfew here is strictly enforced, but unless we break it we are likely to starve — what food there is goes to the army.
Tell our son to study hard and play hard, and to eat everything put in front of him. Tell him I expect him to have grown an inch when I next see him.
I think of you both often, picturing your faces in my mind — I lost the photos I had of during an air raid. I would rather have lost a limb..
—Your husband
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