Joseph asked "Who's that?" when I pulled out your picture, I could've sworn I'd told him about you. Before I could say anything he continued, "That your sister? She's a beauty." I almost wanted to slam my rifles stock into his head for that but he was right about you being beautiful.
"It's my wife you prick!" I snapped at him, I didn't care if it was a joke to him or whatever, you were far too important for that sort of comment. Joseph backed down pretty quickly with an apology though so I forgave him anyway.
I wasn't allowed to have your photo with me on the deployment but I couldn't go a day without seeing you, it only took a bit of deception and bribes that were well worth it. I started calling the photo my lucky charm after our fourth mission. You kept me safe and sound as mortar shells landed near, as bullets zapped mere centimetres over my head, you were my hope to return. I know I promised I would come back, I know I promised we would start a family, I'm sorry from the deepest depths of my heart that I have failed you on these.
I hope whoever finds my body will ferry this note to you, please know that I died loving and thinking about you.
– James Aspin Ryth