Ms Harcourt,
I received your missive a few weeks ago and I am sorry that I am only replying now.
How are you faring in this turbulent time? I hope that your photography is profiting you well. Also, how is the Sanctuary? I do hope that no one will disturb its peaceful serenity. I yearn to see it, to walk among the swampland, only hearing the calls of the bird. Sloshing of mud around my feet and almost silent rippling of water.
Life in the war is very different to that on the Sanctuary, here there is no music from the birds only that staccato sound of bullets and the requiems of death are heard and no one here enjoys music as much as I. My days are filled with death and the buzz and droning noise of planes overhead.
I miss the simple comforts of home; waistcoats, baths and food that have not come out of a can or the simple idea of are unappetizing. I miss my wife; please tell her I said that. How is she? Please inquire to her welfare for me and remind her that I think of her daily.
Please look after the Sanctuary for me.
Sincerely,
Captain Ashley Crowther