This is the thirty-seventh of 87 letters exchanged during World War II between Nicholas Salvatore and Elizabeth Galloway. For more see Nicholas and Elizabeth.
July 18, 1944
Happy birthday. I have nothing I can send you but this letter. I don’t know if I’ll ever have much to give you, other than myself. But know that I give myself to you completely and without reservation. Anything I can ever do for you, I will do. I can’t imagine life without you, or going through this mess without the idea of you to hold onto during the cold, sleepless nights. I hope you had a wonderful birthday and that the year ahead brings you nothing but happiness.
On so many nights I hold your letters or your picture and think of you. I think of you writing. I see each pen stroke, the pressure you assert on the paper, the light you write by, the sounds of the room you sit in. If only for a moment the war fades away and the picture brings my mind peace. I can never repay you enough for that.
Next letter – July 23, 1944