

It has been nearly a month at sea, with only the salt from ocean to bare us any semblance of civilization. Narrowly making it out of the nights’ fierce battle and having nearly exhausted our food rations—we remained motionless for fear that the enemy would sense our passage.
Dear Distant Heart,
Please forgive me if I don’t remember your name. After all, it was time that kept us from meeting. I find myself wrestling with thoughts too uncomfortable to mention. Yet, I choose