"O sweet Juliet
Thy beauty hath made me effeminate
And in my temper softened valor's steel!"
To my Sweetheart,
These are great news! A shining little star in this dark and gloomy night sky. A star that I shall follow, and that shall bring me back home. I'm so glad you're alright, and the baby, too. Amongst all surrow, and the fear, this is the type of news that would make any man, any woman, forget all about it.
I was a bit taken aback at her name, to be frank. Percy as a middle name, for a girl, a little strange. But I truly appreciate your sentiment, I am honoured to have my daughter carry my name.
When I heard the news I smiled and went to kiss Kelly, like I did when you confessed you were carrying, but his absence slapped me, cold, on the face. I'm sorry, I won't ruin this joy with my melancholy no more.
I am only truly happy.
Oh, how I wish to one day see her, with my own eyes, hold her and take care of little Percy. I suppose if the hope of seeing you one day again wasn't enough to hold my spirits high (which it, of course, was), this will surely help.
Some men here, the ones I've told, have congratulated me, and wish you a quick recovery, as do I, darling.
Am not sure if I've told you this once, but I always saw you as a great future mother, and I sincerely believe you will be just as good, if not better, as you are a wife.
Unrelated, I have started reading "Romeo and Juliet" all over again. For I've finished it, and have nothing else to read. There isn't much of interest for reading here, I've noticed. I suppose we are busy most of our awake hours, but I choose to spend the little spare time we do have on escaping this hell I've found myself in. But, I have caught a glimpse of Leo Tolstoy's "War and Peace" on the desk of one of the general's, when I was passing. I'll try to pursue him to let me read it after he's finished, but God knows if I ever will, for it is of a fair length. And I have read it already, too, but I am, oh, so desperate of escape.
As Tolstoy himself wrote: "The strongest of all warriors are these two- Time and Patience"
Love you to the Moon, give Elizabeth a kiss on the face for me.
Percy, xx
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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]
