Love Letters from the Trenches

Amelia clutched the crumpled letter in her hand, its edges softened by countless readings. It smelled faintly of pipe tobacco and damp earth – a strange, intoxicating aroma that transported her back to him. Back to Thomas, her fiancé, stationed somewhere on the muddy front lines of the Great War. She traced his familiar looping script with her fingertip, memorizing each word as if it were a precious jewel.

"My dearest Amelia," it began,