This is the eighty-first of 87 letters exchanged during World War II between Nicholas Salvatore and Elizabeth Galloway. For more see Nicholas and Elizabeth.

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June 30, 1945

What is fear, anyway?

Dear Elizabeth,

By now you must be all set to go. I’m so excited for you. By the time you get this you’ll be in New York. Well guess what? You made it. You did it. All those fears, founded or unfounded, don’t matter because you made it. And you deserve it. This is your time. The city may be scary at first but soon you’ll know it as if you’ve always been there. At least that’s what I’m counting on when I see you! I didn’t know where I was going or what I was doing when I was there before, but now I’ll have my own personal tour guide – the most charming one in the city!

It looks like I’ll be here for at least a little while longer so don’t worry, you’ve got some time. But even if we end up doing nothing but sitting on the stoop of your aunt’s house I’ll be happy. I don’t know how to express it, but you’re a dream to me. Things haven’t been easy for me either, and there’s been a lot I’ve never written you. Things that make me wake up screaming. But there’ll be plenty of time to talk about that, we’ve got the rest of our lives.

Love,

Nick

P.S. – Sorry to say but Pop was wrong again – Cubs are not looking alive in 1945. Last I saw they were 29-25 – good enough for 5th place. Ah well. I wouldn’t know what to do with myself if they won so it’s probably for the best.

Next letter – July 2, 1945

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