March 8th, 3009
My Darling,
I am sorry I have not written. The front has been an abysmal onslaught of unimaginable horrors. I have been moving about every few months in an effort to keep our position secure, and I am unsure when I will be able to send this letter to you.
In December, I sent my number one out into the field to rally our troops, collect intelligence and speak on my behalf. He had been gone without word for several months and has just returned to me now, the 8th of March. I welcomed the sight of him and thanked God he was still alive. He does not look well. I believe the burden of my requests, coupled with the weight of his own weary heart has sabotaged his health. Sadly, he has no news. Everything remains as it was since this terrible war began. I have no idea when I will be coming home and I often wonder if I will ever get out of this place. Yet amidst this deluge of chaos, sadness, and horror, my spirit remains hopeful. I do not know if this is courage or insanity.
I love you, miss you and think of you every day.
Love always,
Abbott
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