Apr. 3, 1941
My Dear Friend,
It is at least some solace to know that you too felt hollow upon your departure. Letting you get on that train was one of the biggest mistakes I have ever made, and I often catch myself ruminating on that very thing.
But you are right, instead of this talk, we may be better served writing more gaily. Although, I must plainly state that I miss you dearly. Please do not forget that fact even as our correspondence diverges from that topic.
Now then, tell me about the 107th regiment; surely there are exciting goings on therein.
I can assure you that Brooklyn is the same bustling borough it has always been. Nothing of note has occurred that I feel you must know. It is quite torturously mundane, in fact.
Yours With Esteem,
Steven
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