It wasn't until 1947 that I couldn't help but dig out the bucket at the bottom of the well, and found a photo of someone who had left it in the bucket.

As mentioned at the beginning, it is now the seventh year since the war ended. During this period, I met a girl during my trip to Italy, and in the summer of 1950, we had a relationship with her.

The baby, we named him Charlotte.

In the future, I will be a dedicated father, so I may not have many opportunities. At the end of each year, I will spare one month and three months of income to come here and wait for your birthday party. I'm sorry,

my friend.

The other cans with your name on them in the box are small gifts from me and the whiskey I brewed myself.

On the back of the letter paper, I left my detailed address. If you have the opportunity to see these, please be sure to contact me.

Once again, thank you for stopping Mr. Trento, who was wounded by my pistol, in early December 1941. Thank you for not hesitating at that time in choosing to make me a prisoner instead of a corpse.

Thank you again for your willingness to let me go after you found the water, your willingness to share the gold coins and gold nuggets found at the bottom of the well, your willingness to invite me to your birthday party, and after the party, prepared for me to leave this land without war.

Fuel, fresh water and fragrant red wine are necessary for the desert.

No matter what the final outcome of the war was, your kindness gave me the opportunity to stay away from the war and thus live until the end of the war. It also gave me the opportunity to become the husband of a girl and the father of a child. Thank you, my friend.

Finally, cheers to our friendship!

The prisoners you once let go with your own hands

your forever friend
Chapter completed!