A month ago I really thought I should have to chuck it in.

Now I am putting on flesh every day and beginning to feel myself again.

I owe my life to a pal with whom I was at college, and whom you and I, dearest, will have to remember all our lives.
I think of you always, and my thoughts are like the flowers of which we see nothing in these hideous huts.

My greatest joy is in dreaming of the day when we shall meet again.
Write to me often, sweetheart.

Your letters and my thoughts of you are the one joy of my life.
Always your lover, DICK.
There were a few moments of significant silence.