I'm sorry to send such a down-hearted letter my darling, but this could possibly the last. I am sitting inside our little old tent listening to the gentle patter of the raindrops on the canvas. It began raining here this morning and it is still at it - I'm not sure if it will ever stop. No drill today thus why I have time to write this letter. We have to march back and forth to eat but soon we will be heading South. I really long to see the ocean again and feel clean air once more. My dearest Mary, keep yourself happy. Look after the house as I will be with you once again.