letters | s. curtis

vi. september 1970

My Dearest Lilly,
I can't stand this anymore. It is currently September 1 1970, and I been here for ten months, Lil. I am slowly going insane. It's only been 10 months. Steve is doing much better than I am he does cry out in his sleep though. Everyone does. We are all scared and just want to go home. I met a man named Joe, he had four children and a wife...I haven't seen him in two weeks. He said he didn't fear death he only feared how it would affect his family. I don't want to die here, Lilly. I love you very much and I wish I was there to help you with your pregnancy but I'm sure the gang are huge helps. I love you darling.

Love,
Sodapop