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I’m writing this by flashlight darling. It’s after taps, we just got back from that damned lecture. I can’t write long honey, it’s my neck if I’m caught.
I love you, my darling, and miss you terribly.
If I have to fly Sunday, (pray that I don’t) I’ll call you sometime before.
It seems so unfair darling, we have such little time left, and now they’re trying to take that from us.
I love you angel, with all my heart. I think of you always—