Second Half, Violence by Zamora
Iâ€™ve missed you very, very much since that last night we were together, and will hold that night especially in my memories for years to come. Iâ€™ve been turning it over and over in my mind lately.
Iâ€™ve read your letter through at least four times, and will probably read it more times before Iâ€™m through. Iâ€™ve been sitting here, looking at your picture and getting more homesick every minute. Iâ€™ve wanted that picture more than anything else I know of, except, of course, you yourself.
I keep thinking of you, Darling, keep wishing I could be home with you. I want to leave in the worst possible way so I can come home to see you, but things donâ€™t look so good on that subject. But this war has spoiled a lot of things for everyone, I guess.
Iâ€™ve never been so lonesome in my life as I am right now. Iâ€™m completely lost without you, Darling. I never realized I could miss any one person so much. I just hope it wonâ€™t be too much longer until Iâ€™m able to be with you againâ€¦ and live a sane and normal life.