Dear James,

I was talking with one of the other nurses today. Her name is Cynthia Day. She is five years older than me and she's a mother of three; two boys and a girl. The oldest is named James, like you. He's very protective of his younger siblings, Oliver and Imogen. The children are staying with their grandparents. Cynthia's husband is fighting as well, but he's staying at the same camp as us. I envy them more than I ever thought was possible. How many kids do you want? I want at least two. So they can have each other incase anything were to happen to us. I want a boy and a girl. I know it will probably be hell when they're young. They will fight and argue all the time, but when they're older they will get along. Our boy will be just like you. Brave, handsome, and kind. Our little girl will be our princess. They will probably end up being spoiled, but I don't care. I just want us all to be together and happy. It's going to happen. Our light will come soon. I love you, James.

Sincerely, Elizabeth