Our Condolences
third letter
12th day of Thurenir, 948
My Dear Sammy,
We have yet to see battle, but we can hear the booms when we camp at night. The closer we get, the darker the mood of our platoon gets. We try to stave off the dread by reminding ourselves we are not going all the way to the front and talking of our homes. Edith prefers to not talk about herself and Opal only wants to talk of the war. Rosanne, Minnie and I are curious about the younger generation so Beth ends up speaking the most. She wants to be a baker, with a little shop in Hilltown and everyone promised to visit once we are discharged. I would love to take little Albert to meet Beth, he would love her soft nature.
Forever Yours,
Angeline
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