Dun Modr of the Wetlands
My Dear Sara,
The indications are very strong that we shall move to take watch over the Thandol Span in a few days. Lest I shall not be able to write to you again. I feel impelled to write a few lines that may fall under your eye when I shall be no more.
Our assignment may be one of a few days duration and full of pleasure, and it may be one of severe conflict and death to me. If it is necessary that I should fall on the battlefield for the Alliance, I am ready. I have no misgivings about or lack of confidence in the cause in which I am engaged and my courage does not halt or falter.
I know how strongly the Kingdom of Ironforge leans on the triumph of the Alliance, and how great a debt we owe to those who went before us through the blood and suffering of the Great Wars, and I am willing, perfectly willing to lay down all my joys in this life to help maintain this Alliance and to pay that debt.
Sara, my love for you is deathless, it seems to bind me in mighty cables that nothing but Omnipotence could break and my love of Kingdom comes over me like a strong wind and bears me irresistibly on with all these chains to the battlefield.
The memories of all the blissful moments I have spent with you come creeping over me and I feel most deeply grateful to the Light and you that I have enjoyed them so long and how hard it is for me to give them up and burn to ashes the hopes of future years when we might still have lived and loved together and seen our sons grow up to honorable dwarfhood around us.
I know I have but few and small claims upon Divine Providence but something whispers to me - perhaps it is the wafted prayer of my little Edgar - that I shall return to my loved ones unharmed. If I do not my dear Sara never forget how much I love you and when my last breath escapes me on the battlefield I shall whisper your name. Forgive my many faults and the many pains I have caused you, how thoughtless, how foolish I have often times been.
How gladly would I wash out with my tears every little spot upon your happiness and struggle with all the misfortunes of this world to shield you and my dear children from harm.
But I cannot. I must watch you from the twisting nether and hover near you while you buffet the storms with your precious little freight and wait with sad patience till we meet to part no more.
But Oh Sara if the dead can come back to Azeroth and flit unseen around those they love, I shall always be near you in the gladdest day and in the darkest night amidst your happiest scenes and gloomiest hours always, always and if there be a soft breeze upon your cheeks it shall be my breath, as the cool air fans your throbbing temple, it shall be my spirit passing by.
Sara, do not mourn me dead, think I am gone and wait for thee, for we shall meet again.