Witold Pilecki's letter to his son Andrzej

My Dear Boy; I awfully regret that I cannot cuddle you closely to my chest. You took my rhymed remarks to your heart and probably even burst into tears. But as becomes a knight, you are thanking me politely for my letter. “My poor Siobaka” I know that you are not guilty of everything. There were also other reasons why you have not written.