Constant barage of enemy guns has made my enclove unsafe.
I had to run.
I had to hide.
I had to find different means of contacting you.
I keep deleting my message. This old machine will only allow so much to be writen.
They are advancing, unmerciful and demanding our surrender. I pray to the almighty God that we survive this ordeal.
I found someone. I look forward to what they have to say.
I'll keep you posted.
I'm hoping they are sending help.
I hope we survive.
I hope we survive.