Weeks went by and there was no reply to his letter. He had no idea what was going on. After two weeks, he had started to pray that everything was all okay, but this day marked a month. He decided that he would write her another letter, this time, adding in his previously unwritten ending.
Dear Sara,
I hope everything is okay. I haven't gotten a letter; I don't know whether it got lost in the mail or you simply didn't send it. It has been a month since I sent out my last letter, and I'm worried that something has gone wrong. Please,if you receive this, send me something, anything, that will let me know you're okay.
He paused, nervous about writing the rest of the letter. He read and reread what was already on the paper, took a deep breath, and started to write again.
I know that this is still in the middle of the war and there is still a chance that I might be killed. Maybe that's the reason I feel the need to ask you this now. When I get back, I don't want to spend another night away from you. I want to raise a family with you; I want to marry you. I know I don't have a ring, but I promise you, I'll buy you one. I love you, and I will for the rest of my life if you let me.
Love,
Gilbert Grissom
He took another deep breath and felt his heart racing. He knew there was no turning back now. He neatly folded the paper and slid it into the envelope. He took great care writing her address on the front, for he could not take the chance that the letter would not arrive back in Nevada. After he sealed the envelope, he dropped it in the mail and went back to his cot to read. His mind was so full with thoughts of her that his eyes merely scanned over the words.