May 10th 1941

Dearest James,

I'm in Germany. I can't tell you where because if I do, he'll tear this letter up and I could never write again. I'm okay for now, please don't do anything stupid.

He called me James. He called me and told me to come and meet you here, I thought I'd finally get to see you so I jumped on a plane and came. He told me I'd see you. I'm sorry James.

-Beth