You open the letter as you settle into your bunk. “13 June 1942: Dearest… Next week is the Summer Formal. The town is going to extra lengths to make it special this year, given how all you boys have gone off to the war. There are flyers and decorations all over the place, but I don’t think I’ll go. I think that if you can promise me you’ll come back, I’ll save all my dances for you…”
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