Thank you so much for your lovely letter, your description of our home brought such pleasure to my heart, I could picture twinkling lights on the lake as the sun shines. Even though we are under the same sky, the same sun shines and yet here the colour is not blue. All around me is smoke, as if the sky does not exist other than to suck up the explosions.
I am sorry fro writing so morbidly. I was awake throughout the night listening to the drone of aeroplanes as they flew overhead to their targets to the East. All I could think of was your letter, I pictured home and with it your arms and your cooking. Yet coupled with the aeroplanes overhead it worried me, not only for myself but for the mothers and sons on the other side of this war. Whose lives those planes will destroy and yet I feel guilty for thinking so. I have heard the terrible rumors of what the Germans are doing so know I should not feel for them but they are still God's children.
I will pray for them as I pray for you, hoping this terrible war will end soon,
Your loving son,