My sweetest Gus,
I miss you. I miss you so freaking much. I can’t even tell you just how much. I don’t think that big of a number has been invented yet. I hope you miss me that much, too. I mean, I don’t! I hope you miss me, but I also hope that you’re happy. I got your letter this morning and could barely get through the day without thinking of what to write to you. I got shouted at by my commander during drills, and I spaced out so much during cooking duty that I got smacked upside the head. Now I’m sitting in my bunk, at the desk, and writing this by candlelight. It’s late. This base is so huge, but it gets so quiet at night. Discipline, I suppose. I’m going out into town to drink with the boys tomorrow; we have leave for a couple hours, so I’ll mail this letter then. I’ll probably get drunk and whine about how much I love you again. They’re sta
