Friday, June 09, 2006

Note (Translated Into English)

My Love, Tina!

My little melon, how are you? Tomorrow, my dove, we take the palace. I want you to know that as I stand on the dais, I will be thinking of you. All of my possessions, all of my achievements, my life - these are nothing to me when you are in mind.

I am tired of this war! & I am so glad to be near the end. We will rule peacefully until elections are held. But I am in no mood to be a baby watcher. Because, you see, this is our country: a baby. While she grows, she must be tended diligently. And you know me, Tina my heart. I crave the hunt, not the cradle.

Tina, Tina my one need, give me one week! Then, when the fighting has stopped, and the little fires put out, I will send for you.


Until then, my heart, I am,

Col. Moose

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