**Updated**

It's 1915 and a 25 year old Thomas Shelby is lonely and tired of being on the frontlines. So lately he's just been tagging random addresses to the letters he writes out to Small Heath. Not giving a damn who reads them, and no less expecting for anyone to write him back.

He doesn't even know if anyone is getting to read his letters. Knowing the Army censors everything bad... But he is all the more surprised when he actually gets a letter back from one of those addresses.