My dearest Josephine,
I write to you as we briefly break amid the surviving men of our corps pushing on toward a more advantageous location. Where that is, I of course cannot reveal, lest this letter fall into enemy hands rather than the tender care of yours.
It has been a particularly gruesome stretch since I last wrote you. Battles spill over from one day and even one week into the next, it all blurring in one’s bloodied memory as aggression comes from every direction at once and affording us precious little rest, if any at all. And of course I’ve now also chosen to participate in this Blaugust event, wherein I must write and post content on the daily. With all that and now choosing to take on even more obligation, I wonder at times of my mental state, and only hope evermore fervently that I survive this hellish war — and this light, hopefully fun challenge — to hold you in my arms again.
Until then, my love.
Yours,
Wendell