Dearest, dearest James,
Why are you not answering my letters? It has been weeks and weeks, and I have lost count of the envelopes I have sealed.
It isn't fair.
You are going to marry me, don't you dare go missing...or die.
Oh God, I don't know what to say.
I pray for you more than a hundred times a day, and then worry about you a thousand times more.
I hope this is a nightmare and I'll find you at my door in the morning, and the war never happened and Luke still has two healthy legs and Mary's heart is whole.
And we'll go to the park.
Today I looked out into the convalescence garden and I saw the daisies in the grass, dry and dying. It is summer, but it seems like winter to me.
Rose xxxxxxxxxxxx
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«letters to the somme»
General Fictiona patchwork of letters and telegrams and shorts telling the story of a girl and a boy who are caught in the crossfire of the first world war. all through the heartache and the pain and the blood comes a gleam of hope, of peace. commemorating the ce...
