Dear Mattie,
France took the cat o nine to me today. I was drinking again, and I deserved it. He told me that he would show no mercy, and he did just that. I hurt all over Mattie, and I long for you more than I ever have in all my life. Why can't you be real!? I love you, Mattie and you're only a dream! I long for you so badly. The war is turning more and more violent and I can't take it! It's 2:03 and I want to fall into a mind numbing sleep. Maybe you can help me.
Sadly Yours
Gilbert
