It has been three days since I have gotten any sleep. I spend my restless nights staring out of this window of the keep. I write to you to tell you I am missing you, and loving you. How is my two year old boy doing? Is he strong and healthy? There is talk that the war will be over soon; General Haze is preparing a speech to give to all of us. Many among us think he is going to give us all a vacation. I doubt it. If the kids are in the room with you, tell them their father loves them. I can’t wait to see them again. I have to go now; the assembly horn has been blown. I will write to you soon.
I love you…
Regards,
Simpson
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