Disclaimer: I do not own War Horse or its characters.
September 2, 1915
My Dearest Evie,
It has been long since I have parted from you. I miss you more than you possibly imagine. I apologize for not writing sooner. There are no excuses for such a transgression, especially from your fiancé.
Every day has been spent in physical training and meticulous preparation. I am not permitted to inform you of my whereabouts or the particulars of our plans for fear of enemy interception, but I can tell you that I am safe. I know how much you worry for me, sweet Evie. The Ministry of Defence has merely taken the precautions to enforce censorship if they believe any message to compromise our ongoing operations.
Meeting the men stationed here, I have seen how they react in anticipation of the battle. Some are tight-lipped and taciturn, some cannot disguise their fright, but many appear to possess a restless excitation and unbridled enthusiasm that I am afraid I do not fully share. I am grateful and proud to serve this country, but many young men will learn that the battlefield is not the childhood recollections of fanciful games.
I pray this war will be quick to end. I can at last call you wife, and your family will finally know the nature of our relationship. Once we have won this war, they will finally accept me as their equal. I will make you proud, darling. For the time being, I have kept my ring locked in a safe. Though you may need no reminder, it is imperative that you are diligent to conceal yours.
Eagerly awaiting your letter,
James