joseph engraver
04-02-2026, 11:53 AM
A bitter letter from Max, your bastard son……
Dad. You dirty dog!
You never expected this, but at last I have found you, and now that I have, I won’t let you easily vanish again. You left mom, my sisters and me and disappeared from our lives like the coward that you have proved you are. You left, never said so long or good bye and slinked off into the weeds with your tail between your legs and I never have forgiven you for that. Though, I still miss you and still love you.
I wish there were something that could be said to help me understand what happened in our lives that made you leave us in such deplorable fashion. Your boy Max.
P.S. I expect an answer from you.
A few days later….
My dear son Max, you cannot possibly know or understand the pain in my heart that the separation between us has caused me. And I must tell you that it is all my fault, as I did not see the terrible mistake I was committing when I became infatuated with your mother. The warning signs were there, but I chose to ignore them, the jealousies and, unfounded suspicions of other females that came into our lives as the friends and neighbors began to avoid us. But it was when giving birth to you, my son and she snarled at me, bared her fangs and spoke. | hate your guts, she said. I looked into her eyes realized she meant every word. From that point forward the relationship we had worsened, her hate drove me away from everything I loved and cared for, and you were in the middle of the angry storms that jealousy created. I found a nice place on a hillside to dig a home for her, you, and your twin sisters. The ground as hard and rocky bloodied my nails but I managed to make a comfortable cave. Once it was completed, I knew that I could not continue living with your mothers hate toward me. I left everything I loved behind and never said goodbye. I wandered around the country for a sad and miserable two years and one day I was picked up by the military police, and because I was black, I was given the name of Shadow then put into a training camp where I was taught the Russian language, and to better kill an enemy my fangs were extracted and replaced with ones made of titanium. After one year off rigorous training with a handler who became my true friend, we were sent to Afghanistan where I was taught how to smell out explosive mines that were planted to kill the soldiers. It was deadly work and many of us were killed.
I was wounded seriously in my legs and when I recovered sent back to the States to retire, Now I live a comfortable life here in Virginia and would be very glad if you could forgive past mistakes and come to visit me.
Marine Sargent Shadow
Love Dad
Dad. You dirty dog!
You never expected this, but at last I have found you, and now that I have, I won’t let you easily vanish again. You left mom, my sisters and me and disappeared from our lives like the coward that you have proved you are. You left, never said so long or good bye and slinked off into the weeds with your tail between your legs and I never have forgiven you for that. Though, I still miss you and still love you.
I wish there were something that could be said to help me understand what happened in our lives that made you leave us in such deplorable fashion. Your boy Max.
P.S. I expect an answer from you.
A few days later….
My dear son Max, you cannot possibly know or understand the pain in my heart that the separation between us has caused me. And I must tell you that it is all my fault, as I did not see the terrible mistake I was committing when I became infatuated with your mother. The warning signs were there, but I chose to ignore them, the jealousies and, unfounded suspicions of other females that came into our lives as the friends and neighbors began to avoid us. But it was when giving birth to you, my son and she snarled at me, bared her fangs and spoke. | hate your guts, she said. I looked into her eyes realized she meant every word. From that point forward the relationship we had worsened, her hate drove me away from everything I loved and cared for, and you were in the middle of the angry storms that jealousy created. I found a nice place on a hillside to dig a home for her, you, and your twin sisters. The ground as hard and rocky bloodied my nails but I managed to make a comfortable cave. Once it was completed, I knew that I could not continue living with your mothers hate toward me. I left everything I loved behind and never said goodbye. I wandered around the country for a sad and miserable two years and one day I was picked up by the military police, and because I was black, I was given the name of Shadow then put into a training camp where I was taught the Russian language, and to better kill an enemy my fangs were extracted and replaced with ones made of titanium. After one year off rigorous training with a handler who became my true friend, we were sent to Afghanistan where I was taught how to smell out explosive mines that were planted to kill the soldiers. It was deadly work and many of us were killed.
I was wounded seriously in my legs and when I recovered sent back to the States to retire, Now I live a comfortable life here in Virginia and would be very glad if you could forgive past mistakes and come to visit me.
Marine Sargent Shadow
Love Dad