There's good news and a bad one as well. I got a letter from him today. He said he was hurt in the thigh. Someone shot him. That's the bad news. The good news is that all of this is finally ending, in a few months. I don't know how to feel about this, though. People are having a drink after who knows how long, and here am I, crying for his wound. I hope everything turns out to be okay and he returns scratch less.