The Voice Mails of the Germans

Tom has carefully pulled a disk from a folder in his filing cabinet. It's pale yellow and delicate, covered in a thin layer of laminet. At the cente is a faded black and white photograph of a young soldier speaking into a microphone. We have these incredibly powerful traces of their individuality, but we don't know who they are. With no more information on the envelope, all we know about the man who recorded this is that he missed his family and hoped to see them in the new yearcon ovele qit wil diotn minsi ales porder on sende i ebe likin o mona. I offerd. Thanks.