February 26th, 1940.

{Writing}

Dear, Harry:

I am missing you as hours, minutes, and days go by. I am missing your touch, your kiss, your smell, and your love. Oh how much I pray that you will stay safe. That you will come back to me alive and well. I am frightened, I am shaken, fearing that you might not make it.

But my love, how much faith I have in you. How much confidence I know you uphold. Stay brave, my love. Stay brave and keep fighting. Keep fighting.

Love, Louis.
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