Dearest Julie, I hope this letter finds you safe and warm in your bed. The frigid winds blow against my cheeks as I lay in this bunker I look to the skies to find the star I know you must be because I have seen it in your eyes. I can barely write as my fingers burn and tremble but I can imagine my hands caressing your soft warm body. I want so to come home but in the distance, guns fire rapidly and the nearer they come to us, the louder they become. I miss you so and I call upon your strength of love to carry me through this hell. Heaven is feeling your warm breath just as our lips touch and your scent flows to my senses and all is well. Do not worry sweetheart. There will be a time that we will embrace again and the love we share will still the heavens that stares down upon us. I love you Julie, a word that just begins to define us.