July 29th, 1916
Dear Haruka,
I'm glad to hear that your mom is doing good! Also, I'm sorry about not being there for you on your birthday. I swear, I sang happy birthday to you that night. I also sent you a separate birthday letter and was sure to mail it a few days before the 30th, but you must not have gotten it...that's unfortunate.
Although I'm happy that your mother is recovering, I feel the same way you do. The thought of you coming out...to war, I mean...it's frightening to think of. You're definitely strong, Haru. You'd probably fare out here way better than me, but I simply can't bare the idea of you getting hurt. Just hang in there, Haruka...and keep a low profile.
Everything out here has the been the same. I do have some good news. My time here is almost up; I've got 47 missions under my belt, and my quota is 50...! So as I predicted, I will be coming home in about a little less than a month...we will finally be together again, Haruka.
Now Haru, I said that I didn't wish to be too explicit in these letters, but since you asked..I'll shed some light on my nightly antics, for you. It's embarrassing..but I can't help but think of you all the time, which may come as no surprise to you. But it's routine by now; every night, you're all I think about—your face..your shiny hair..your rare, but cute smile...the way your soft and delicate lips curl into it...my heart pounds at 50mph just thinking of you, Haru-Chan...so much so that I simply can't help it when my hands reach into the dangerous territory of my nether regions and—well, you know the rest. The really embarrassing part is when I wake up and my crew mates make comments like, "had fun rubbin' one out?" or, "you miss your girlfriend that much, huh?" Even thought they like to tease me, they can all relate in a way...we all had to leave our loved ones behind. I can't wait to see you again, Haruka.
See you soon,
Makoto