Ihm/Him
April 13,1943
Poland
I walk around our camping looking for our commanding officer. Hanz told me that today we received a whole lot of letters out of Germany. I hope Birgitta wrote to me. It's been almost 2 months since I've heard anything from her.
I run my hand through my unruly, unwashed hair, as I see my commanding officer. I walk over to him, fixing my uniform a little as I go. Once I reach him, I salute him,
"Captain Sherz, sir. Did you receive any letters from Frankfurt from a Frauline Birgitta Gottlieb?" I ask, standing tall.
He smirks as he nods, "Yes, I just happened to see something of that nature this morning, in fact. Officer Himmel is handling all the letters at this moment." He replies, scratching his chin.
I smile. Saluting him, I leave to go find Officer Himmel.
I walk around our camp, asking if anyone had seen him. After a good 10 minutes of searching, I finally found him.
"Ah, yes. I did see a letter like that." he says, after I asked him. "In fact, here it is.' He says, lifting an envelope from the table.
"Thank you, sir!' I grin, grabbing the letter from his hands.
I quickly run back to where my belongings are and sit down, examining the unopened letter.
After about a minute of just looking on the outside, I finally get the courage to open it.
I tear it open, and frown once I see how little she wrote. Then my eyes widen when I see what she wrote.
I drop the letter and put my face into my hands. My poor Birgitta.
Luke, March 22,1943
Opa died from a heart attack, yesterday. Please come home, you're all I have left. I love you.
Birgitta
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