It has been so long since I've seen your face and just as long since I've experienced joy. I really don't like it here. All the men don't treat me well at all. I don't understand why they are being so distant. Everything I am and everything I try seems to be rejected. They don't allow me to talk to them outside of rank or class. It's so difficult without someone to talk to. The only thing that gets me through the nights here is the locket you gave me. I long for the day when I can wrap my arms around your body once more and let your love warm my abandoned tongue. How's Jane doing? I hope she's coming out of her fever. Such a strong young woman she is.
I must be going now, we have a meeting in the mess hall. Always remember that you're the reason I continue my trek through this wretched place. No one else could fill the vacancy of my heart. I'll write again soon.
I love you, and always will.
Corporal A. E. Roberts
P.S. I think of the night under the tree often.
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