Day 1: Q - Oneword: Nightlight

My Dearest Alicia,

I miss you. More than the words in these letters can ever say. It has been months since I've had the chance to bed down and write to you and know that I am sorry for that, my love. I find myself drifting to thoughts of you every passing moment and I take solace in knowing you are safe at home over the pond with our little girl. How is our little song bird? Is she well? Growing up and doing well in school? Does she miss me as much as I miss her cherubic face? I do hope she does. You both are always missed and thought of fondly while I do my utmost to navigate these horrible times. Do give her all my love and tell her that her father will be home soon to have that tea party with Mr. Teddy and the Bunns. Tell our little girl I love her and when she feels scared, to look at her dancing nightlight lamp and remember that we will always protect her from everything that would ever do her harm.

The war is moving Alicia. We have crossed into Germany, or Austria, or somewhere since our last dig in. It has not been easy I can tell you that for certain, and more so, it has been utterly cold and bleak in the recent days. The shelling never stops across the wasteland, the mud has been caked to my worn boots for what seems like a decade now, and I cannot for the life of me get the noise out of my ears. It plagues me, my love. I find myself shaking at the slightest tremor or at the call of Captain's whistle. I rise to fight each time, but my hands, I fear, will never know that calm of stillness again. I'm sorry, I do not mean to worry you, I just always feel as if I have you next to me and that I can freely speak to you. You are always with me in these dark hours and those thoughts are what keep me alive and sane. Please forgive me if you do not receive another letter for some time, our march towards the dale begins in the morning and I will not have a quick opportunity to write to you again, but will do so at the very first chance I get.

You are my armour, my shield and sword, my strength. I miss you so. I carry the fondest thoughts of you as I lay my head to rest among the mud and decay. The flashes and flares of the shells turn to a lull as I try to sleep. A fitting nightlight of my own. It calms the shaking sometimes.

With all my Love.

Your Beloved Husband

Crp Giuliano A Queue

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In memory of those who fought and died against the tyranny and evils of the world to give us our beautiful country. Lest we Forget.

Dedicated to my brother. Never fall buddy.