March 19th, 1940.
{Writing}
Dear, Harry:
Your mum came over today. When she came, I saw that she was looking for you. I knew she misses you. She looked sad when I told her that you weren't here. She said that she prays every night, begging and hoping that you stay safe, that you're okay, and that they protect you and you come back to us, alive and well.
Love, Louis.
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