Dear James,

I'm trying to pretend like everything's alright. I'm trying to pretend like we aren't losing this war. I'm trying to pretend like our men dying off more and more each day. And I'm trying to pretend like you aren't missing. Like you aren't gone. Like you weren't taken from me. I'm serious, James. I can't do this much longer. You said I was strong, and I wanted to believe, but I don't think I can. Not when I'm breaking down every night in my friends arms because I don't know what to do anymore. I can't live like this anymore. Please, come back to me. You're all I have left, James. Please. I don't think I have much fight left in me, without you. I want to go back home. I feel like the world is ending, and maybe it already has because I don't know how we're supposed to come back from this. If you're really gone, James, then I know there is no hope so please make your way back to me. I love you, James. Forever and ever.

Sincerely, Elizabeth