To: Isabella Cullen
From: Major Edward
Cullen, M.D.
Re: No news…
My dearest Bella,
I was hoping that when
you got this that I could say that I’d be home for Christmas. But, Col. Black
still hasn’t given me a response. I’m beyond frustrated, my Bella. I miss you
more than words can say. I can’t believe that it’s been over a year since I’ve
last held you, kissed you and made love to you.
However, I’m trying to
keep this as positive as I can. My guess is that no news is good news. You
know? They haven’t told me no. (But, they haven’t told me yes, yet). I’m going
to keep praying that I’ll be in your arms on Christmas, my love.
Anyhow, time on patrol
is so tedious. We’ve, thankfully, not had any attacks on any civilians or armed
forces. I’m grateful for that. Our supplies are dwindling and we’re not due for
another shipment of medical supplies for at least two weeks. It’s so cruel to
try and be a doctor without simple medications. Setting a bone while the
patient is awake is awful for the patient and for me. The patient is aware of
the pain I’m inflicting. For me, I have to listen to them scream in agony.
Enough of me griping…
How are things back at
home? Are your students ready for break? Are you ready for them to be on break?
I remember when I was a kid…that week and half before Christmas break was
torture. The end was in sight but it ticked by at a snail’s pace. And then the
two weeks off? Done in the blink of an eye.
Cruel, I tell you.
I’ve got to go, baby.
I should be back to base by Saturday. I’ll Skype you on Sunday, 3pm, your time.
I love you more than words can express. I’ll keep praying that my leave will be
approved so I can be the ultimate Christmas present, my beautiful wife.
Be safe and I love
you,
Your Edward
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