Dear Sofia

Sofia,

Its so hard to find a moment, between standing post, checking supplies and sleep, to really sit and talk with you. Even when I was laid up, it was all either of us could do to sit and talk for half a minute before you were dragged away, or some orderly was in our midsts. In spite of all this, it was good to spend even just that long with you.
I keep looking forward to our impending victory, and the day when all this is over so that I can take you home and make you my wife. Father tells me that he's put up a barrel of his best for the occasion. It promises to be a great day, when it comes.
In any event, I'm running out of paper, and time. Until we're not in an active warzone, thoughts of you will keep me company on long night watches. Smile to think of me.

Eternally,
Riechter

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