This is the eighty-seventh of 87 letters exchanged during World War II between Nicholas Salvatore and Elizabeth Galloway. For more see Nicholas and Elizabeth.
August 27, 1945
This will be the last letter I write to you. I am tired of such correspondence. Good thing that I’m coming home! Yes, it’s official. I got my discharge papers and will be on my way in no time. Can you imagine? I’ll let you know when I find out the exact date, but it’ll be soon. No more fighting, no more blood, no more.
Do you remember the daisy you gave me? I can’t remember for the life of me what happened to it. I know I had it on me, at least some of the petals, when I was on the ship to England. I remember thinking about tossing it over the side but I couldn’t get myself to do it. That all seems like a lifetime ago. I suppose it was.
I can’t wait to see you, hold you, touch you, kiss you.