Monday, October 7, 1940
My beloved family,
Do not worry for my welfare, for I am alive. I miss you all so dearly. They have treated me well, considering the circumstances.
During my last battle, I was shot, and I assume to be thought dead by the remainder of my squad. Fortunantly, a Nazi doctor found me, and I have been making a quick recovery since.
As my standing as an officer, I have not been sent to the gas chambers or forced to work. I believe my pupose for them would be a trade if the need should arise.
Peggy, I do regret that our last conversation went the way it did. I do not apologize for my words, for I still stand by them and believe them to be true. However, if you can honestly and truthfully tell me you're happy with your choice, I'll be happy too.
I hope to see you all soon.
Love,
Michael C.
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I wasn't given much time to write my letter, but I am grateful that I was given any oppertunity at all.
Watching the guard walk away from my bunk, I had a fear arise in me that my words would never reach my family.
