I think of you every day and it gets me through the hardship.
The conditions hear are terrible my ward has 500 men in it and we get 50 sick or wounded men a day but alas the only thing we can do is let them lay there or give them a horribly painful surgery.
My dear friend Juniper keeps talking of the horrible diseases that we try to cure but the only thing we are doing is risking us getting sick.
I hope this letter finds you well.
Yours faithfully Melisa.
To my daughter Melisa.
I do wish I could be with you at this moment for I would have enrolled if I did not have to care for your sister Cassie, she worries for you and your fathers life, he has wrote a letter to me that I did not feel was good for Cassie to read as it talks of death and hardship as I do want her to think positive of this war.
Yours forever more Mumma.