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
Dearest JT,
Many thanks for your letter which I was glad to receive . . . until I opened it and read about your dire straits. How utterly awful to resort to dessert pizzas!
Mother says you are quite welcome for the parmesan packets. She has extra crushed red pepper. We shall send them and corn meal, straight away!
I fear these will not make it to you in time, however. It may already be too late.
Love and affection during these trying times,
Mathilda
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