What most moved me in his letter was the sense of frustration that permeated the lieutenent's words: the frustration of never quite being able to depict or explain anything to his full satisfaction.

“I'm the kind of person who has to totally commit to whatever I do.”

“كانت مثل تغيرات الطقس, تظهر سريعا من مكان ما ثم لا تلبث ان تتلاشى, و لا تخلف ور…”

“I guess I've been waiting so long I'm looking for perfection. That makes it tou…”

“To keep on going, you have to keep up the rhythm.”