Jeff Richardson
June 16, 1916
My Dearest Ester,
I've but a moment to write. Time is suspended here; between hours of preparation and inactivity. Then, without warning, the damnable shelling; maddening; piercing mind and soul. 19 dead and 44 wounded just yesterday. I wear your image next my heart; I shall never remove it all the days of my life. Looking up, there is a beauty to this place; perhaps, I will show you someday. Remember our promise Ester. My life, my love, Robert