To my dearest Rachel,

    Leaving you must be one of the hardest things in my life that I have been forced to endure. I love you, and I yearn for you to be here beside me. I crave the warmth of your body next to mine. But, of course, that shall all
happen in time. For now, the war comes first. This note will be my only way of sending you my love and wishes.
I can't help but believe, though, that perhaps, if you were here, this would all be over so much more quickly. You were the greatest fighter of us all, Rachel dearest, and I do believe that you would make all the difference here. But, we both know that that simply isn't possible, for if you were here, so would Jon, Lili, and Rebecca, and they
would just be underfoot to the soldiers, despite what you or I would think.
    I hope that you received the Christmas presents I sent you. I only wish that there could have been more, or perhaps a letter like this one, or even better, an extended stay at home before returning to this Hell hole. But with the inevitable inflation from this damned war, that was all I could afford to give you. There was no inflation from our war, Rachel dearest, but when you think about it, the circumstances really were so different from what they are now. We were the ones fighting in so much secrecy, no one knew but us, and there were only the six of us. And now, now death follows us everywhere, its acrid stench filling your nostrils at every turn. The wards are full, overflowing even, Rachel - you must see how different the two wars were. Yes, of course there was death
with ours, but, it was all for them, and none for us. Now. . .now we're so evenly matched, we merely blow the others' heads off without sustaining much damage as a whole.
    I fear this war is facing the same mistakes that the Americans did so long ago in Vietnam. This war isn't being fought by the soldiers. Or rather, it is, but on the other side. We are being run by the high and mighty Andalite officials who have never once seen blood in there entire lives - much less lain their heads down in it for sleep every night. Now they have decided, without one thought to the side of the enemy, to try and rid the universe of  the Yeerks. It wasn't enough to simply take away their spacecraft and computers, their knowledge.
It wasn't enough that they broke up their one form of government. It wasn't enough that they were going to do themselves in with their bickering, their endless fight for survival among themselves. The fight for Kandrona rays. There was no honor in that for the high and mighty Andalite officials. No. They had to go and try to speed the process by themselves - well, not by themselves, but by us. And now the Yeerks in the face of the onslaught,
in the face of their imminent danger and destruction, pulled together, and managed to miraculously pull through, to thrive even in this new face of terror. They're being ruled now by a new Council, a far more confining and
controlling one - a totalitarianship of about  fifty people. And they're thriving.
    But I'm telling you things you already know, dearest Rachel. Boring you, no doubt.
    Oh, how I wish you were here with me. Your comfort would be more than enough to help me live through this and survive. But again, that simply isn't possible.There are surprisingly few female warriors here Rachel, even with the far more relaxed rules the Andalites imposed upon themselves allowing females in the military. I suppose they simply don't feel that driving need to rid the universe of this scum, or the drive to kill, or perhaps they merely lack the skills or training, or they're simply content in their lifestyle at the moment.
    There are actually very few Andalites overall, Rachel dearest, which surprised me so, considering how great they were supposed to be a few years ago. One of the only races able to fight the Yeerks, or at least, the only
one doing so, though whether or not that was out of guilt, who can say? I can't dearest Rachel, and I'm the son of one them. I won't speak his name, for I know that it upsets Lili, knowing what he did for us. Or to us, I supposed Marco might say.
    But going back to the Andalites, I suppose the lack of them around here could be because there are simply so many humans. Billions of us as compared to their mere millions. And then, when you add the freed Hork-Bajir who have decided to join themselves in the fight, the smarter ones at least, the Andalites really do
seem like a rather small percentage as compared to the rest of us.
    And, now I must leave you, Rachel dearest. The war is raging outside, and I must go and join it. Tuck the children into bed, and give them their kiss goodnight for me please. I miss you more than anything Rachel dearest, my love. I can only hope that this war shall meet its end soon, and I will be free to join home to you. My spirit is with you Rachel dearest, giving you your own kiss goodnight.

Lovingly yours,
Tobias.