My Letti

It’s been a week without you in my arms. It pains me to think you might miss me as much as I you.

Thus far we have been on the move. Bus to train train to truck. We are getting close now. Everyone is feeling it. Nerves are high. A young lad, Hugo, won’t shut up about his Matilda. Everyone is getting over his moaning. But they are newly weds. I must admit, I cannot blame him. For what I want most is to be there with you.

I’ll write again when able.

With love,

Your Stan

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Dearest Stanley

I admit I smiled more than I should have at your letter. To think you’re so far away leaves a hole in my heart.

Your mother has visited on multiple occasions. She and I prey for your swift return. We had your favourite pot pie the other night for dinner. I still remember that time you tried to scoff it down as soon as it got out of the oven. Your mouth was stinging for days.

Stay strong

Your Letti

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My Letti

I now know the truth of war. Horrible to say the least. Your letter was the light amid the darkness and I will treasure it always. It rests beneath my pillow so you are never far away.

Please, tell my mother how much I miss her, and father.

We are not the first regiment, we are lucky enough to be on the back lines. But we see the ferried dead returning by the truckload. We all fear that will be us soon enough.

I’ll spare you the gruesome details.

Please, go to our spot and have a picnic for me. Enjoy the sun, and live in our happy moments. That is where I reside most of the time.

Forever yours,

Stanley

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Dearest Stanley

My love I am with child. The joy I feel is immeasurable, but it is tainted with the thought of your imminent danger. Come back as soon as able. I miss you with all my heart and I could not bare the thought of losing you.

I did as you said. A picnic down by the river under the willow tree. Just as we did, I fed the ducks and basked in the sun. I swear I could feel your hand in mine. I forgot the distance for one moment of bliss.

Know now that you fight not just for me, but for your child as well.

We await your return

Your Letti

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Dearest Stanley

I await your response. My mind fears the worst but I won’t let it win. I stay strong by picturing you holding our baby. That gets me through the darkest times. Pot pie again the other night. Anything to hold you close.

Fervently yours

Letti

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My Stanley

It has been 2 weeks with no word, but I know in my heart that you are there, still fighting. You have to be.

I fear that any day news will come, that which came to dearest Mable yesterday. Her Laurence will not return. I too have seen horrors my love. War hurts the innocent just as the guilty.

Your Letti

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My Letti

A baby, my love I can not believe it. My heart soars higher then should be possible.

I’m sorry to have worried you Let, the trade routes had been cut off. But I’m here now, and glad to be.

Give my sympathy to poor Mable. Many brave men have found their way to heaven. So much pain my love. We have lost a few in our regiment. Men who did not deserve to die.

I fear Moral is low. Every night we go to sleep to the sound of Hugo’s sobbing. He’s just a boy Let. Too young for this pain.

I await the day I’ll have you back in my arms.

Yours always,

Stanley

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Dearest Stanley

I cried like never before in receiving your letter. Relief comforts me so. I passed on your words to Mable, although they seem a small cruelty after Laurence’s departure. She is putting on a brave face. Now a single mother, I do what I can to help her. We all do.

The smallest of kind deeds in these tough times mean the most. It gives hope.

Endless love to you

Your Letti

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My Letti

I’m coming home. As much as that news brings me joy, I can not be happy. They are all gone my dear. I am what’s left of the 34th.

I am a changed man. Not only is my heart filled with sorrow, but I am now lacking a leg. It may take me some time to return. But I am on my way.

Our wish came true my love. But it hurts to know Matilda will not get to feel the happiness you and I feel.

All my love

Stan

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My dearest Stanley

I have no words. I feel cleft in two. Happiness that you will be in my arms soon enough, but saddened by the loss of so many. Please, hurry back. I’m lost without you.

I have thought on some names for our baby.

Hugo for a boy, or Matilda for a girl.

Picture me waiting for you, down by the river. Under our Willow tree.

With my whole heart I await your return

Your Letti