Dear James,

I know we have only been apart for about 3 days now, but I miss you more than anything. I hope you are doing well. I worry about you every second of the day. All I can think about is how much danger you are in out there. I pray for you and the other soldiers every night. I know how strong you are, but still with all of the other soldiers coming in injured, I fear one day you might be the next soldier whose life we are having to help save, or maybe even worse. I should probably stop talking about that. These letters are supposed to take my mind off what is going on. It's hard though. I just wish that this never had happened. I hate this so much. I hate being away from you, and not being able to be in your arms. Not being able to fall asleep by your side. I pray that this all ends soon, and we can all go back home. And no one has to fear for their lives like this anymore. When all of this is over, I want to go dancing with you again. I want to dance until my feet feel like they'll never be able to walk again. I have to go now. They're bringing more soldiers back. I'll write you again soon, my love. I love you, James.

Sincerely, Elizabeth