My Dearest Valentine,
Not a single day passes by, in which I do not dream of your company. I long for another kiss, another touch. The war treats us the worst it can. Every night I lay dormant, but not asleep, for I can here the planes soaring above, as we hide for our dear lives. You are the last thing I hold onto, because, darling, reality is so far for comfort. We'd all agree that sleep is too close for comfort, anyway. It seems that nothing else matters. I swear that every puddle of water, every brass casing from our bullets, every knife... I se your reflection dearest. But alas, the torment does not stop there. In the midst of war, I swear I see you. Like my dreams, sometimes I fight the urge to chase after you. I am told I must focus on the task at hand. Remember that the reason I can to this place was to keep you safe. You tol me before I left, that any man or boy could have taken my place, but no man will ever take the place of your protected as long as I'm alive. Above all else, remember that I love you. I lack to resources and the time to keep writing, but I will always be with you in your heart. I will see you soon. I count every second away from you. We'll get married as soon as I get back. I miss you.
Yours truly,
Mason Woodruff
Mason Woodruff
Age: 18
DOB: January 10, 1924
Enlist Date: January 23, 1942
Rank: Private
Ms. Valentine Gardener,
After studying our records on previous whereabouts, I must regretfully inform you that Private Andrew Mason, nor his platoon have checked in at their Rendez vous point. I must therefore, by the evidence of the United States Army, declare Mr. Mason
K.I.A.
Our condolences go out to you Ms. Valentine. Your fiancé with forever be honored as a hero, and will be known by the citizens of the United States for making his sacrifice to aid the Union it their attempts to keep our homeland safe.
Sincerely,
Gen. Geroge S. Patton
Well crap I shipped it
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