April 18th 1941

My dear Beth,

I've been walking for awhile now and I'm wondering if there is anything here but trees. The people from that town gave me suplies, but after a few days they're beginning to dwindle. Those people could barely spare anything with this war going on and all.

Did I mention the snow? It's white everywhere; I can't help but think how not white the island was. Funny how you treasure something so much once you're away from it. That's how I'm starting to feel about you.

-J