To my Rose,
I am so sorry to hear about your mother. My whole heart goes out to you. As you wrote, we are both now motherless. Alone together. Please, will you be kind enough to put a rose to her grave in my name? And thank you, in advance. I shall say a prayer for her tonight.
I wish I was there for you at these times of need. But, again, as you said, we can comfort each other better at these times of great losses. I do not want to belittle my loss of a friend, but your loss is surely greater. I hope you know that my family will always be there to help you and your Father, especially now. Don't be shy to bother them.
This is the 3rd letter I am writing, and trying to send your way. A blockade, again, they say. I hope that this is the one that'll get to you. I started to get on the post-officer's nerves, as he's got double the work from my letters. Well, I guess that he is doing his job.
I've never hated the night more. We're not even allowed to sleep at night. We sleep after dinner, at around 1 or 2 in the afternoon, that's when the fire is least common. I should be digging the trench further currently, but I begged Captain Mallor to spare me so I can answer your letter, as I explained the situation with your mother. I apologise for the handwriting, I am rushing and it is almost pitch-black dark.
Know that I'm thinking of you, and Elizabeth, and my dear sister, always.
I love you,
P
xx
P. S. My wristwatch tells me that it's 8.
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Til Roses Do Us Part || ✔
Historical Fiction1914 The Great War had just begun and two British newlyweds exchange letters as the conflict escalates on the Western front; one of them on land, the other in the trenches. They share tenderness, compassion and comfort. [an epistolary novel]
