Dear Mark,
I could not sleep last night, I dreamt you were shot and killed and since that have been sick with worry.
Dearest brother, how does Mother stand not being able to write you? It's absolutely frightening to think I might not know how you are fairing.
Again I hope to conserve paper and do not believe I have so much to tell you as last time.
Tony was wounded horribly in Germany when an advance went devastatingly wrong and they are sending him home. He doesn't seem to be the same Tony I knew from his letters, or perhaps he is still out of his head with fever. Either way he will come home and I will not be afraid for him any longer.
Maybe one day I will convince Michael to write you. He seems to want to but then suddenly he looses interest. Personally I think he prefers to stay on Mother and Father's good side. Please don't think to harshly of him.
I myself happen to be in the midst of knitting my 331st sock. Yes, I have written down how many I've knitted. I also made stocking caps at one point, but Marge - you remember Margarette, the portly little girl next door- came over to return Spots one day and saw me knitting and since then has been my knitting aid in all things caps. She is actually very good at it and good company. Sometimes I also have Mabel and Dolly over to help me and they aren't near so helpful as little round Margie is.
Best of health to you and your friend Tully (I would say kiss him for saving you for me but I will not ask you to undergo such a humiliating thing for my sake) and Moffitt, to whom I owe everything, and give Sergeant Troy my love.
Truly yours,
Michelle