Nov. 5, 1941
Steven,
Disgust is hardly the word that came to mind, but I shall spare the military mail-checkers the embarrassment of reading what I truly think of that notion.
Maybe it is in my best interest to feign misunderstanding, as it were.
As for my apparently glorious return, I cannot be sure when that shall be. This war does not yet have an end in sight, and I should hate to promise something of which I cannot be sure.
Trust that I miss you dearly, too. I shall rush home as soon as I can.
Forever, Your Friend,
James
YOU ARE READING
ALWAYS, JAMES
RomanceA true soldier fights not because he hates what is in front of him, but because he loves what is behind him ☆ in which a soldier realizes he is in love with a friend after a war begins to be read in tandem with 'yours, steven' ★ installment 1 of 3...
