The following letter was delivered to Warsaw from Spain earlier this year.
Dear Uncle Bob,
I don't know how much longer we can hold out here in Madrid. The English troops are led by a bloodthirsty beast know as El Gerrard. Our city will soon be burned to the ground. I am worried that I will starve to death before...(handwriting change) El Gerrard's handsome and fair troops calmly enter our city with a minimal amount of raping and pillaging of the local shops and apartment buildings. Oh what a wonderous man General Gerrard is. All hail El Gerrard and his glorious new regime.
sincerely, Little Girl
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