Dear Abigail, I am fearful.
I have not received a letter from you in weeks. Life may be hard on the front lines, yet I had your letters to pull me through this repugnant abyss.
For weeks, I have worried. Correspondence from you was my lifeline.. saving my eyes from gazing unbending at the mist of death and red miasma surrounding the desolation that is the battlefield.
Where are you, Abigail? What of our little princess, Pauleen? Why can't you respond to my frantic calls into the dark? Am I alone? Am I truly alone? Why must fate and lady destiny twist my existence cruelly so!? Abigail, my love, if you can respond to my letter, please do
Yours lovingly Rupert. Father of your daughter, apple of your eye, missing you dearly