32610 Berk Drive
Cornwall, Britain
June, 1916
Dear Henry,
I miss you. I feel like I cannot function, I cannot be, without you here besides me. Our bed feels empty, and the chores feel as if it is simply too much to bare. Emelia misses you terribly, and says that she will have to bake you a fresh loaf of bread when you get back. Your father… isn't taking any of this well. I believe that the only thing that is keeping him sane is Emelia and I, and I'm not even sure that is enough sometimes. I think he is in some sort of denial; he reads the paper, talking about how terrible it is other there, and he denies it all. He misses you terribly. I know that without him saying a word.
How are you doing over there? The battles are brutal, or so I have heard. I know they guaranteed you would be home by Christmas, and it has been a long time since then. I await the day you walk back up on the doorstep to pull me into an embrace and never let me go.
I miss you, and the way you laugh, the way your beautiful lips curl up into a smile when you look at me, your eyes and all the wonders that they possess, and your freckles… God, I love you, and I am really starting to hate everything about this place from keeping you away from me. If Emelia was not here, I would volunteer and demand that I was deployed where you were. I would protect you with my life, then.
I love you, Henry. And I hope to see you soon.
From,
Jackson