Dearest Edward,
My apologies for not writing sooner, but…well, as you'd expect given the upheaval of the Promised Day, the military has been nothing short of a train wreck. Having been in the hospital, I was thankfully spared the worst of it, but there are still more than a few things to work out.
General Grumman, as I've sure you've heard, has taken over as Fuhrer. I'm not sure how he managed to wrangle that privilege away from General Armstrong, but I must say I'm happy with the development. I couldn't have expected to be granted the honor just yet, and Grumman is much more likely to allow me to maneuver into a position to be his successor than General Armstrong would have been.
That being said (and perhaps you haven't heard this bit), I am already closer to ruling this country than I could have dreamed of being by this point. The Fuhrer promoted me—which, after the fight we put up, he basically had to do—straight to General! I wasn't expecting to go up that many ranks, but I'm not complaining. General Roy Mustang. It's got a nice ring to it, don't you think?
Grumman becoming the Fuhrer also opened up the position back east, so it's doubly perfect for me. Until the day when I can rise to his position, I'm focusing on rebuilding Ishval. The first task, of course, is to restore the countryside with the remaining Ishvalans, and to grant them their independence back. It's not a simple task, but a noble one. At the very least, it will keep me busy and allow me to begin making amends for the past.
Still. Busy or not, I should be polite enough to make time to write you more often (I certainly find more than enough time to think of you!), so I will do my best in that regard.
Ever yours,
Roy