Our Condolences 8

Our Condolences

eighth letter

21st day of Nurthir, 949

Dearest Angel,

    I know you may not have many chances to write at the front, but I am always willing to help as much as I can from here. Even if the only thing I can do is listen. I'll take an extra offering to Tutala's temple and make an extra prayer for your safety tomorrow. With how often I've been going I've learned a lot about the other people that go regularly. Most of them are praying for loved ones in the war, but there are a few Elders who are there to pray for everyone else. When little Albert comes with me he watches the others in the room. He stays close to me and keeps quiet. Even after we leave he remains quiet and subdued. I don't like seeing him like that so I try to take him when there are as few people as possible. That is becoming harder, as there have been more people at the temple lately. There are some days when there are so many people that I can hardly get in the door. I suspect you are not the only ones being sent to the front, but at least I can say that those of us here have not forgotten about those who are fighting.

    Don't worry about us, Albert and I are doing what we can. Know that little Albert and I think of you daily, and stay strong.

    Lovingly,

                Sam

 

 

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Our Condolences 7

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seventh letter

25th day of Samthir, 949

My Dear Sammy,

    Unfortunately, Rosanne and her husband live near Charlington. While I know you would gladly take the day-long journey, Rosanne declined to give me the address. She seems to be feeling this environment the hardest, we are all keeping a watchful eye on her but she can only get better by getting away from this place. I can not imagine how it must feel, not only to be in this war but to know that her daughters might be pulled into a war and experience this too. I am very glad Albert will never see a battlefield. I hope by the time he is grown we will finally have peace but the longer I see this desolation the more hope I lose in that idea.

    Tomorrow we are moving to the front. I have never seen a mood darken more quickly than when we were told the news. Where we are fighting is enough to haunt my dreams, I can not imagine how much worse the front is going to be. All I can do is steel myself the best I can but I have a feeling it will not be enough.

    Minnie is doing her best to keep our spirits up by reminding us of our homes and telling us of hers. While she is unmarried and doesn't have children, she has a pair of house dogs that Margie would absolutely dwarf. They are staying with her brother while she is away. She wants to get back to them just as much as I want to return to you and Albert. She is a strong woman to remain so optimistic in the face of fear. I admire her bravery to not only shoulder her own fears but to help us with ours at the same time.

    Forever Yours,

                 Angeline

 

 

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