The Patriot's Wife

Prologue

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22nd of December, 1776

Near Trenton, New Jersey

My Dearest Sweetheart,

Never in my life have I longed to hold you as I now do. I miss your sweet kisses and I can hardly contain my joy in the thoughts of having you close again. In a place of this state, It's hard to not think of the past and to desire the things we had once so foolishly taken for granted. Food is scarce here and it is bitterly cold. Men have begun marching without coats and shoes in the snow as they've grown so hungry they had resorted to eating their boots and the leather and cloth from their already torn jackets.It fuels my yearning to return to our humble little home all the more, my love.It's such a strange feeling, the feeling of yearning for something you were once so accustomed to.

I pray to God everyday that you do not hold bitterness in your sweet heart against my decision to fight, for it was as much for my own peace of mind as it is for the welfare and expansion of our modest, yet budding family. They and you deserve the world, my darling and I strive to make America a place in which our family's future may be bright. I percieve that, if God is willing and kind, soon you will not be so desolate, love, for our little one is growing steadily inside your womb. By God, how I long to watch you swell with my child, to be there as our young family grows. I desire my wife, my darling, my love like no other and when I return, if I do, then I pray that any animosity you may still hold towards me will be forgotten.

It's quickly becoming known that life is too short for foul emotions to cloud us. Men are deserting and dying and our forces are dwindling by the day. I hold strong for you and for our child and the thought of losing you will very much leave me lost in a torn world. We musn't waste time on hostility, my darling. I may not survive the end of this war and I fear it is only the begininning now. If I die, I'd wish that it be with your love ever-present.

Take care, my dear dear Patience and know that God has heard many thoughts regarding you and a certain little one who I can only hope is a little girl with looks and a personality similar to that of her mother's. Heaven help us if the child resembles me in any way.

With every ounce of my love and resolve,

William Whiting, your loving husband.