“I’m looking out of my window at the moon.
I know you don’t sleep, my dear, at this moment.
I very hope I will meet with you soon.
Let’s war goes out from dry heads of government!
I very want that everybody sheathe the swords
And don’t take out them for ever.
I dream the PEACE will have spread all this world
And everyone is happy so forever.
I write this letter from my barrack bed.
I hope I’ll meet my tomorrow morning…” (Bang! Bang!)…
I found this letter near solder’s head
At his frustrated “tomorrow morning”.
