April 17th, 1942
It's been a week since I've written you and I haven't gotten a reply. I tried to tell myself you are just on a mission and it's taking long but you know how I get. My anxiety is eating me alive and I am stressing. I just need you to let me know you're alive, my love. I can't lose you.
Steve said he's left the 106th infantry and is already close to arriving to the 107th. He should be seeing you soon and I hope to God that you'll see him.
James Buchanan, you better be alive or I swear I will head to Europe myself. Do you hear me, Barnes? Please write me back as soon you can, my love. Don't you dare forget me. You're everything to me, always have been and always will be.
I love you,