Two months. It had been two months since he had seen her. The love of his life, the woman who had crazy ideas about right and wrong, had stayed at home whilst he'd left her to fight for the country. He even missed her crazy rants about the rights of women, although, he had to admit that he did agree with her on that one.

He read the letter, his heart tearing into tiny pieces with every word. Oh how he missed her. And he couldn't believe that he'd missed his own son's birthday! That should make him a terrible father and husband, and yet she said she was proud of him. He wondered how he had got so lucky. It was his fault that he was away from her, he chose to volunteer his services to the army, and yet his wife stayed faithful to him, even though he was on the other side of the world.

He was glad she'd employed two maids though. It wasn't fair for her to have to look after their two children singlehandedly, whilst she also volunteered to help with various things in Lima. That was one of the many things he loved about her, she helped out in the community, even though it was not in her best interests.

He felt a single tear shread from his eye as he read the last line: Please reply to this letter so I can know that you are well. Yes. He was definitely going to reply. Anything to keep in contact with her. He was just about to scribble down his reply (it might have been messy but he was going to put a lot of thought into the letter) when he heard his surname called.

"Hudson. You coming?" He looked to see his best friend out here, Puckerman, gesturing for him to walk over to him. Reluctantly, he got up off his bed, leaving his wife's letter to be replied to later.

"Oooh, OOH, OOH, RRRAAAAAYYYYYY!" The soldiers cheered when Blaine Anderson put down the killer card during a game of Brag. During the evenings, this was all they really did to entertain themselves. All except one. Finn Hudson was still thinking about the letter from his wife that he was acting distant from the game. This didn't go unnoticed by the other soldiers.

"What's up with you Hudson?" Finn looked up to see Sam Evans smirking at him.

"Uh..uh...nothing." Finn Stuttered.

"I think," Mike Chang, an Asian man from nearer here, said "That he's thinking of someone special." Out of all the soldiers whom Finn shared a room with, Mike seemed the smartest and the most phycic. He was almost on the same level as Finn's wife, and that was impressive.

"Oooooh" The soldiers, minus Finn and Mike, said in unison.

"Who is it?"

"What's her name?"

"Is she your wife?"

"Is she one of the nurses that treated my arm? They are some fine piece of work." That last comment was from Puckerman, to which Finn rolled his eyes at.

"She's my wife." He finally got the chance to speak.

"What's her name?" They all asked.

"Rachel." He said it like it was the most beautiful name in the world, which it was.

"I can relate. I had to leave my wife, Tina at home to do this." Mike added glumly.

"Yeah, but you weren't all meloncholy about it. Why is she making you so, glum?" Blaine asked.

"I got a letter from her."

"Ohhhhhhhhhh" Everyone said in realisation.

"Well if it's making you so worked up, go and reply!"Blaine encouraged.

"Thanks guys," He quickly said, then made his way back to his bed.

Dear Rachel,

What should he write after this? There were no words to describe how he felt being without her, but he couldn't possibly just leave it at Dear Rachel. So he decided to begin with her unasked question at the end of her letter.

Don't worry about me so my dear. I am quite well. *A sort of lie, but he didn't want her to get worried. So he carried on.*

I feel terrible for missing Josh's birthday. I'm such a bad father. I never should've left. However, I still believe that the army needs as many troups as possible so unfortunately, I am resigned. However, keep this in mind my love. Every time I fight, every scar I receive, every bone I break, is all to defend you. The only reason I even left you was to try and keep you safe. If something happened to you, well, let's just say that I would never stop fighting for justice, even if it involved killing the convicted. I

"Lads! Come and get your dinner!" Finn sighed. He would have to finish it later. He wasn't going to skip dinner though, because he needed his strength to fight, and, like he said in the letter, he was fighting for her.