I Almost Boarded The Troop Transport With Edward

Dear Readers,

I almost boarded the troop transport going to Gallipoli with Edward. Only a soldier coming the other way parted us. I stood on the dock waving at him until I could not see him anymore. Then Michael Byrne dragged me aboard The Philadelphia bound in the opposite direction to New York. Never have I felt so sad in my life, clinging to Edward at the dock until the last, kissing him as if my life depended upon it. Now I am confined in my cabin aboard the ship, the first I have been on since the Lusitania. All I can do is think about Edward and weep.

When will I see him again? He says that he will come for me at Christmas when the war is bound to be over. But how can I wait that long? Already I wonder how I am going to endure my very first night without him in weeks.

Will he miss me as much as I miss him?

Sincerely yours,

Dora Benley