thinking of you, like when a wife waits for her husband from the war. ( hope you are getting that well deserved rest !!! )
I'm writing these words to you from the camp. I've survived this week, a true miracle. There was a time when my life was hanging by a thread; embarrassment (and a tank malfunctioning) almost took my heart to the other world. Fortunately, my heart belongs to you, and the oldest friend couldn't find it on me.
I successfully finished all my tasks, yet I have not received any word from my superiors about the main project. It's been three months now. I guess I can still enjoy some time far from the front line.
Even so, the things I've seen during these conflicting times have mined my mind. The lines and words that flowed so much now lie still behind a dam. Only when I squint and strain my vision I get to see some color. I can only hope to regain a fraction of who I was before.
I think of you, my dear, everyday, and I sincerely hope this letter finds you well and in a safe place, where you can smile as I've always loved to see you do.
Forever and always yours,
Your husband from the war.