Dear Sarah

       It felt like yesterday when we were fearless and unafraid then the war changed all of that. There has been so many deaths, I feel as if I  died along with all of the soldiers. When I look down at my hands I feel that I became cold and calloused. I don't even bother getting to know anybody anymore because I know they will soon die.

It was a late autumn night with the crisp October air feeling as sharp as a knife when I heard the news, I was so shocked to hear that you died of Cancer.  When I heard about it, my heart felt as if someone pulled the pin on a hand grenade and locked it in my chest.

We were only 17 when we fell deeply in love. March 21st, 1936 was the first time I saw you, I was captivated by a perfect view. There were butterflies in my stomach and all I could do was stare, it felt as if time had stop. I thought you were an angel who was heaven-sent. I was so glad you came over and talked to me on that day.  You became my world and you were the only love I have ever known. Now my whole world has met its end.

I went to this wretched war to protect you and now that you're gone I don't know what I'm fighting for anymore.

All I want to do is go back to my younger days when times were easy and you used to tell me "Everything is going to be alright my love, we are each other's happily ever after."  There is no place I would rather be then to be living in my memories.

Without you and your stunning beauty on this earth, I am not complete. I've forgotten how it felt to be alive. I'm getting sick and tired of surviving.
I'm about to go into another battle and I have a feeling I'll finally be able to go home to you.
See you soon,
John Smith