Yours truly, Charles.

The writing challenge continues…

Dear Becky,

I am now stationed here in Poland. It has been a cold winter, but now spring is beginning. I see the beautiful plants and flowers, and as I look out into the fields today, I see these wide fields and think of you, Becky. I think of you—I think of how you used to make delicious meals. I remember the garden outside your parents’ home. You taught me everything I know about cooking, ever so patiently. That day, I decided that you would be the mother of my children.

I am filled with sadness, yet filled with hope. I now realize that I might never see you again, but I still believe in love. I hope to see you again soon. After the war, we could start a family… be together.
I have seen evil things, Becky—these camps and the atrocities that have been done to human beings just like you and me. My words feel insufficient.

I miss you so deeply. I hope to hear from you soon. Until then, I will keep remembering those easy days, when we could cook together in your parents’ house. I miss you and hope to see you soon.

Yours truly,
Charles

Dear Becky,

I am now stationed in Paris, France. We arrived a few weeks ago. Don’t they call this the City of Love? Indeed—but in its current state, it looks dire, cloudy even.

But we are winning, Becky. We just don’t want to lose our souls.
Sometimes, I walk through these streets and see couples fighting for their love, holding on. War is ugly. Let us hold on to our love. Let us fight for it. One day, we will walk through these streets, holding hands. That, my love, is my whispered prayer.

I miss you.

Yours truly,
Charles