captins letter

Dear Wife
I have had a great war. In The war was viscous. I have many battle wounds that were caused from my courageousness in battle against the mighty Norwegians. My Amour in battle glinting sun was beating on it. My sword is tarnished with the enemies blood. I have many stab wounds. They are gorging with blood, but it was for the better good. As I looked upon the battle ground I could see the dead like a big vast sea of our own blood and of the enemies. As I look back I see death all around me, it scares me to see me turning into a brute with a steel plate and a sword. With all my might I slayed the beasts. I am tired and bruised. It feels like I have killed an entire army. My adrenaline surge is wearing off. My body is weak and tired, like those Norsk men. The other lads are saying I shall be king of Scotland one day. This is ludicrous because me Macbeth king of Scotland, I’ll leave it for some one else. I must go darling, my wounds wont heal themselves. I love you and I will be back in no time.
Macbeth