My brother wrote a letter from the front line.
It was 1945, May 9,
The most beautiful day:
My dear people,
You are always the one here with me.
I know when I am alone,
You are behind and make me feel strong.
We had terrible fights,
Even we thought it might be the end,
We stood, we went again and again.
No step back, never, no way.
Every day, morning, night.
We would go forward again and again,
Looking up, " the victory" men.
We did it! We win!
