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.

“But no one was asking me. I was here to do a job, and gray steel lockers or pal…”

“Su vida parecía haber perdido el rumbo. Aunque nunca se había fijado realmente …”

“It was merely the small, warm hand of a twelve-year-old girl, yet those five fi…”

“No matter what form the relationship might take, he was the only person she cou…”