This is a letter found it in the pocket of a soldier of the second world war :

God listens... I had never spoken with you, but today I want to greet you: how are you? Do you know...?  Always they said to me that you did not exist and I... idiot of me!  I believed that it was true.

 I had never contemplated your great work, and last night, from the crater that dug a bomb, I saw your starry sky and understood that it had been cheated. I do not know if You, God, will press my hand hard this night, but, am going to make clear to you what I have done in the life and know that you will understand me … It is curious well: in this horrible hell I have found the light to look at your aspect.

 After this, I do not have very much what to say to you. Only that I am glad to have known you. The siren is sounding again and I must go away. The fight will be bloody and probably on the same night I will call to your door. Though we were never friends will you leave me to enter if up to I you come?

But … if I am crying! Do you see, my God? It happens to me that already we are not strange. Well, God, I must go away. Good luck! It is rare, but already I am not afraid to the death.
 This letter have many points of view but my point of view is that the soldier know about the horrible mistake that he did killing all those people, innocent people and he is like saying to him SORRY 
BY DANI