As promised:
My dearest Evelyn,
I
hope you are well for I don’t know what I would do if you weren’t. I am as well
as I could be. Training is very difficult but rewarding both physically and
emotionally. I miss you though my dear. We met at a most inopportune time.
Please
write to me when you get the chance, not being able to simply hold your hand is
breaking my heart. I don’t have a lot of time to write so I an being brief but
do not take that as a sign of my lack of heart it is far from that my beloved. My
heart is flowing over the brim with love for you.
Yours now and forever,
Stanley A. Johnson
My love, Stanley,
I am
well. It is good to hear from you I fear every day that you have been sent away
to war. I never took you for such a romantic man. I’ve reread your letter many
times and even in its briefness it gives me goose bumps.
I
have told all my friends of our meeting. They think I have lost my mind. Maybe I
have but perhaps that is what love truly is.
I sound so silly, I hope you will not think less of me for my girlish
ways.
I tried to tell my mother too but she says you can’t fall
in love over night; I think she is quite wrong. I have never felt this way
before in my life. There is no way it is
anything but love.
I cannot wait to hear more about your life as a soldier
in training,
Yours truly,
Evelyn J. Rose
My dearest Evelyn,
Reading your letter, it was as if I could hear your voice
chime through the barracks. As for your accusation of romanticism I promise
this is not so for how could a delicate flower like yourself survive without
the manliest of men at your side? What am I saying? You do not need me or any
other man; it is simply an honour for you to even consider letting me into your
heart.
Truthfully, before I met you, a romantic side I did not
have. You bring out the goodness in me. Before you I was hardened and serious.
Now, when I think of you, which is most of the time, I smile from ear to ear.
I hope that I bring you even a fraction of the happiness
you have brought me.
Yours now and forever,
Stanley A. Johnson
P.S. there is a rumour around camp that they will be
sending us to aid the efforts soon.
My love, Stanley,
I do not know what to think of this news. I am unsure if I
am to be happy that you are serving our country or be sad that you are moving
even further from me. I will choose to be happy for the time being because it
is hard not to be. I can assure you I smile that very same smile when your face
or name comes to my mind.
I do not believe you when you try to tell me that you
didn’t smile before you met me; your smile is one of the things I love most
about you.
My friends continue to tease me for hanging on to me “silly
belief” of loving you. I continue to laugh at them for not understanding
matters of the heart. They know nothing of true love.
Unfortunately this strong feeling pulls at my heart
string and I can’t help but be a little sad that you are not at my side. I am
scared you will be harmed while you are away from me. Please come home safe and
soon.
Yours truly,
Evelyn J. Rose
My dearest Evelyn,
I hate to begin my letter on such a depressing note but
it is awful here. It reeks of death and decay. The sounds are unbearable. I
cannot sleep. I cannot think.
I’ve been here only a short time but I already pray to be
injured and sent home. I miss home, Evelyn. I miss you.
This is not the glory that the young men back home
believe it to be. Yes I will take pride in the fact that I could help my
country but I would not wish this upon anyone.
Stanley
My love, Stanley,
I am in tears over your last letter. I wish there was
something I could do. I can only hope this letter bring you some semblance of
joy and peace no matter how little.
We are feeling the effects of the efforts here as well.
Many are leaving to work in factories or join medical teams. Many of my friends
have gone or are locked themselves inside unable to bare the loneliness and
darkness. Knowing you are out there is the only thing keeping me going,
Yours truly,
Evelyn J. Rose
Evelyn,
My best friend died yesterday. I have seen so much death.
I am unsure how much more I can handle. If only you were here I could look into
your eyes and know there is still good in the world.
Stanley
My love, Stanley,
I do not know what to tell you. I wish I was with you. Do
you know when they are sending you home? Is the war nearing its end? I need to
know you will come home to me safely.
Yours truly,
Evelyn J. Rose
My dearest Evelyn,
Worry no longer. I am in the hospital being treated for a
gunshot wound. I will be fine but not well enough to continue my service.
I am being given an honourable discharge. I am coming
home.
Stanley
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