The letter

100 word Drabble

Tom Hardy finished writing his letter home to his family…and thanks for the socks, Mum, see you at Christmas. Love, your son, Tom. He hastily shoved the letter into his breast pocket.

Tonight’s foray on the enemy was intended to be a swift, surprise attack. A whisper from soldier to soldier. “It’s time!”
At last, Tom dared stand, body crouched low, footsteps muffled by cloying mud. He and his comrades crept silently towards the enemy trench, expecting each yard to be his last.

His family received the letter months later, smudged with earth but carrying his love safely home.