My Dear Peter, your mother isn't here and I won't be for long, and she had many things...

Gramp: [reading the letter from Peter's father] My Dear Peter, your mother isn't here and I won't be for long, and she had many things to say to you. I will try to say them for both of us. We left you, Peter, because we had to. We had a job to do. Try to understand that it was because of our great love for you and all the world's children. You are old enough now to know that death is a sad thing, because it takes the great gift of life. But it need not be sad if the gift has been well-used. Don't be sad for us, Peter. Remember us as having died with millions of other people for something fine and worthwhile. It will have been fine, it will have been worthwhile if those who did not die will not forget. If they forget, remind them. Remind them, Peter