Look here, God.. I’ve never talked to You in my life, but today I want to greet You. You know, I’ve been told since childhood that You don’t exist. Such a fool I used to be to be to believe it. I’ve never contemplated your creatures. But this night I was looking from a crator, made by a grenade, at the sky above me. Suddenly, when admiring universe, I realized how cruel deception may be. I don’t know whether You give me a hand, but I’ll tell You and You’ll understand me: isn’t it weird that among this appalling hell I happened to see the light and find You? I’ve nothing to say except I’m glad to know You. We are in charge of the attack scheduled at midnight, but I’m not frightened, for You are looking at us. Signal. Well.. I must go. You know that the fighting will be furious and I may knock at Your door. And, though I wasn’t Your friend till this moment, will You let me in, when I come? I seem to be crying. Oh my Lord, do You see what had to happen to me so that I saw the light? Goodbye, my Lord, I’m going. And I’m not sure to return. Hoe strange it is, but I’m not afraid of death..