From:
FPO AF 96310-0002
PSC 501 Box-3102
Nitohei Aono,
Tsukune-sama
My dearest Moka, Tuesday January 23, 1945
Please tell them all that I am doing well. We had a really rough storm blow over us last night. I sat in the tunnel against the rock and when I closed my eyes I could imagine you and I under the moon in a soft rain, dancing and enjoying each-other's company. My darling, I long for you. I want nothing more than to hold you in my arms every night.
As for this place, it is unfortunate that there is a war going on and this may serve as a battlegrounds of sorts. It would make a perfect place to build a home and life on. I could see it now, but it would hold too many memories for me after this. All of the digging, the restless nights, the longing, the home-sickness, the foreign smells, the blood, everything would inevitably be a constant reminder of pain and suffering that is yet to come. My darling, I am starting to fear the reports are down-playing the situation at hand.
That's all for today I think. I love you, please try not to worry too much about me.
With every ounce of my being,
Tsukune
