THE LETTER

(Wife's POV)(two weeks after pickup)

My Dearest Julia,

We are slowly making our way to the German concentration camps. We've had to relentlessly make camp more than once because of how stubborn the general is, along with our non-stop combat against the Nazi Armies. So far, we have had no casualties on this side, but it's just the beginning alongside. And it's scary to think something might happen to my squad, or my army for that matter. Even though, I'm just a soldier, and I know it's my duty to give my body to save my country. But I don't want to die…

The food is really gross compared to your cooking. I think Arthur's scones are better than this food. And I can hardly sleep with all these soldiers snoring away. It makes me wonder how their wives and girlfriends put up with it… If they have girlfriends at all. But, I do miss you. It's fairly gloomy without your smiling face to cheer me on. I can't tell you how many times I wanted to throw my gun to the ground and walk away. But, I know that will hurt people around me.

I love you, Julia. I'm hopeful to make it out of this alive. Wait for me with praying hearts.

Alfred

I couldn't help but smile at this note of my husbands. He has grown so much since we met. I sighed, folding the letter back up in a perfect square, and tucked it back into the envelope. I relaxed in my patio chair, closing my eyes and smelling our freshly cut flowers, and the musky sent of our mowed lawn. Not bothering putting the envelope back onto the table.

"Was that something from Alfred?" Arthur said, coming out onto the patio and shutting the screen door behind him. He had my little girl in his arms, and she was just as happy as she could be. He then sat her down , and she ran away into the grass. She was having a gigglefit as she tumbled and bounced in our yard. She then ran back and tackles Arthur's leg, hugging it like she was claiming it for her own.

"Yes. He's doing well." I opened my eyes and sat back up, placing the envelope on the patio table before leaning back again. I looked at the clear blue sky. It was amazing how much it looked like an ocean. I sighed.

"He better not get into any rubbish. If he's partying with other girls, and slips it when he gets home, I'll deck him one. That bloody burger lover." He had cursed, picking up my little girl and setting her on his lap. Bouncing her on his knee and she squealed with excitement. She had her father's smile. I sure miss him.

A couple minutes had past, and I didn't even realize. I opened my eyes again and looked around, Arthur was still playing with my little girl, but he had apparently gotten a cup of tea. He then smiled, apparently noticing my movements and looked at me. "You dozed off." He said, putting his attention back on Sean. "It seems I have…"

"You should go inside and take a nap. I'll pick up Tyler from his friend's house, Don't worry. And I already have roast in the oven. "

"But I-"

"Ah!" Arthur put his hand up. "I know it's not what you wanted. But at least it beats chowder. And besides, I thought I could whip something up since you seem so… beat all the time."

I couldn't help but smile. His cooking really isn't the best. But at least he tries. I sat my head back again before dosing off.