BoxJam's letter: September 3: No end in sight. Any shell, any fragment, may find its way to me and kill me...

[[BoxJam is in a foxhole, writing.]]

BoxJam's letter: ...so here I bide my time, hoping against hope that the inevitable will not happen...

[[BoxJam is hiding under ther bed.]]

BoxJam: ...but I know I will be found...

BoxJamina (Off screen): He hit me!

Little BoxJam (Off screen): Did not! She hit me! Bup!