The challenge continues….
Dear Becky,
It has been a busy, busy week. I just got caught up with everything here. We’re now moving stations from Poland back to France.
Every quiet moment I have, I just want to find a piece of paper and write down everything that is going on. It is so heartbreaking—we are losing men but winning this war. In those moments, I think of us. The bright light in my life is you, Becky. I hope you think of us too.
I’ve been sending you letters, but I haven’t heard from you yet. The situation is such that we’re not sure if the letters are getting delivered. Europe is in shambles.
Becky, you are the light in my life.
Yours truly,
Charlie
Dear Becky,
It’s hard to believe that I’m writing these words—I’m coming home. I keep repeating them over and over in my head. I’m coming home, Becky. After all this time, I can’t wait to see you again, to hold you in my arms. It feels like it has been forever.
No more letters. I can finally talk to you face to face. I have dreamt of this moment for so long. There is so much to talk about, so much to say—so much I couldn’t say. All these feelings—anger, sadness, loss, and victory—all at once. Living in this parallel world, winning the war yet feeling like we lost parts of ourselves.
Thank you for holding on to our love. I can’t wait to see you again. I miss you.
Yours truly,
Charles
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