My Dearest Lillian Curtis,
I am so sorry. You will not receive this letter, I will give it to Steve to give it to you personally but only if I die. I can't stand being here anymore and you keep telling me to keep hope but I can't. You keep telling me I'll be sent home but I haven't been sent home yet. Tell the girls about me, yeah? I'm trying to keep a small flicker of hope but it starts to go out with every gun shot I hear, every cry, every scream. Lillian Marie Smith, I am madly in love with you and I never want you to forget that, okay? If you do not receive this letter then that'll be good, right? That means I made it and get to help you raise our girls! I'm trying, darling, I'm trying.

Forever yours,
Sodapop Curtis