Christmas Truce Page #6

and I found what was lost.

Never will I lose you again.

Poe didn't write it like that.

My way is true.

Jonathan Myers.

They said you were dead.

I was busy, first with

the Germans,

then with the Russians.

Captain Myers.

You know, it takes a lot

of whiskey and cigarettes

for the Russians to release

a German POW.

That was you?

You freed me?

But why? Why me?

Because I made a promise.

I thought you should give Lilly

the letter yourself.

Danke ma bruder.

Myers.

This is my father.

I've heard a lot about you, sir.

Oh, don't mind about me, boy.

Men like you make a difference.

I was just doing my part.

A toast to Captain Myers.

No, no, no.

To my family!

Say now, isn't that my coat?

Ya.

Danke.

You.

I have a gift for you.

Open it.

But it was burned.

Only the title page so it's

identity could be kept secret.

Your words I kept very close

to my heart.

Thank you.

I've been practicing these words

for a very long time.

I've been without a home.

I never found refuge

or what it meant to love.

I once thought that my journey

was going to be a futile search

to heal my broken heart.

I was wrong.

That journey ended in a little

town called Wereth.

I found my home in your arms.

No matter where life

may lead us,

as long as I can stand

by your side

and have the honour

to call you my wife,

I promise to always protect you.

Please, give me this honour.

Will you marry me,

Alina Anne Hamlin?

I don't ever want to lose

you again.

Why are they ringing!

They toll for you!

Merci, Dubois.

Carpe Diem!

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