To my dearest sister,

	The war here on Anuria is as hard as ever, some days we storm the enemies with our overwhelming numbers and other days we're fighting to the last man against and onslaught of bodies. We make progress some days only to loose it the next before gaining a new position. Our commanders say that the body count is an inventible result of this war and that good men will always die first and said that 'we are the few who make the many strong'. I remember when I first landed here on how excited I was like a child; looking back on it all now this entire bloodbath is nothing but childish.

	'See the galaxy!' and 'Serve the Imperium!" the holo ads said. Pft. I guess I did get to see this damned planet at least, not that its much to look at any more. I've seen many a good men and women die and for new recruits to be shipped planet side only for them to be killed and replaced in an endless cycle. Its happened so many times now that I barely recognize my own comrades. Of my once 100 strong unit, all of us like a great big family who trained, slept, ate and fought together, 6 of us remain from the originals. About another 20 or so are from the first wave of reinforcement, another 60 are from the second wave. The rest of them are all raw, fresh faced recruits who got here no more than a week ago. We've even exchanged officers twice to the cold hands of death, the newest one is a scrawny kid boasting of his academy grades. Pft, as if they'll help him here. If he lasts his first fight I'll be impressed.

	But fear not, I am alive and well. I've taken two bullets and a handful of shrapnel but I'm fine. The doctors says there is no lasting harm outside of the occasional numbness in my hip. I heard that you're pregnant once again with your fourth child, good to see that you're doing well and my paycheck is doing some good. Tell my nieces and nephews that uncle will be home soon. I love you very much my dear sister and hope to see you again soon.

With love from your caring brother,
Alesander Tulucoshkov