Dearest Mathilda,

This war drags on, no end in sight. Last week we ran out of corn meal, and while still delectable our crusts just don't come out of the oven the same. The men put on a brave face about it, but I know it is beginning to weigh on their hearts.

Please do thank your dear mother for sending the box of parm packets.

I must away now. At dawn we advance on the dessert "pizza" rebels. Since our blockade they are low on insulin. God, I hope this is over soon.

Love,

JT

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