Chapter 5
I have heard how others here have received letters from home with lines inked or removed with scissors the old-fashioned way. These very words may be removed. Yet it was such a relief to see your handwriting, to wallow in your sweet scent, to know for myself, in your own words, that you are thinking of me as I think of you. I look at the barracks and I think of our old-time wooden home and I think of you in it. I look at the others, some of whom are families who are the same and were able to stay together, and I wish we were the same and allowed to stay together. I look at the mountains and I think of the barriers between us. The new picture of Grace is priceless. I didn’t know whether to laugh or moan—she has grown and I have missed so much. I have it taped to my wall, along wi
