A/N: I am so glad you guys have liked the previous updates, I do want to clarify something without giving anything away: Of course I wouldn't kill off Sam! I loooove Samcedes and would never do anything to ruin their relationship, that's RIB's job. But I can understand your worries. Sadly things only get sadder from here, but they do get MUCH better (eventually). So anyway, I hope you enjoy, and as always please review.
Nov. 27. 1956
Dearest Sammy,
Happy thanksgiving! I wish you were here. The holidays seem very empty with absence of men. Santana says this is her dream come true, but I know she misses you all as much as the rest of us do. Artie sends his blessings, and says that he is there with you guys in spirit.
I am enclosing a picture of myself for your personal viewing pleasure. I wore your favorite outfit of mine. I just want you to keep your eyes on the prize, so to speak.
I heard to the radio that some men with injuries are starting to come back, but also that stronger, younger men are being sent out. It was the worst kind of conflict I've ever had with myself. I want so desperately for you to be back, but not injured, at least not terribly like those men. But I know in the end, I would love you still and be happy to have you back just the same.
During dinner, I thanked God for you and our future together. Even daddy, said he was thankful that there were trustworthy men defending our country, I think he's coming around. I don't want there to be any problems between you and Robbie, especially out there in the middle of nowhere, but eventually one of you will tell me what happened.
I love you with all my heart, and one day I'll tell our daughter how her mother had her father real gone by the time she was 15 years old. I'll see you in my dream tonight my love.
Love eternally,
Mercy
