His first letter arrived three days later. I opened it where I stood in the middle of camp, men milling around me, waiting for the sergeant to call their names, as well. Dear Carl, it started, and that was all I managed to read before Bert was leaning over my shoulder, trying to see what it said. I held the letter to my chest and glared at him. “Do you mind?”
“Does he say anything about me?” Bert tried to peek at the letter but I turned away, blocking him.
“Why would he?” I asked. “It’s my letter.”
Bert picked at the corner of the stationary but I pulled it away. “Does he mention Ellie?” he asked. “Maybe she told him to tell you to say hi to me, or something.”
Suddenly his name rang out over the crowd of soldiers. “ Masters!” the sergeant hollered, holding up a few envelopes.
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