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A
few
throbbing
minutes
later
,
when
he
opened
his
eyes
,
he
found
himself
squinting
at
a
small
,
unopened
package
wrapped
in
green
paper
.
It
had
probably
slipped
off
the
pile
when
he
had
made
space
for
the
typewriter
.
He
saw
that
it
had
been
readdressed
several
times
.
He
could
make
out
,
on
just
one
side
of
the
package
,
at
least
three
of
his
old
A
.
P
.
O
.
numbers
.
He
opened
the
package
without
any
interest
,
without
even
looking
at
the
return
address
.
He
opened
it
by
burning
the
string
with
a
lighted
match
.
He
was
more
interested
in
watching
a
string
burn
all
the
way
down
than
in
opening
the
package
,
but
he
opened
it
,
finally
.
Inside
the
box
,
a
note
,
written
in
ink
,
lay
on
top
of
a
small
object
wrapped
in
tissue
paper
.
He
picked
out
the
note
and
read
it
.
17
,
—
—
ROAD
,
—
DEVON
JUNE
7
,
1944
DEAR
SERGEANT
X
,
I
hope
you
will
forgive
me
for
having
taken
38
days
to
begin
our
correspondence
but
,
I
have
been
extremely
busy
as
my
aunt
has
undergone
streptococcus
of
the
throat
and
nearly
perished
and
I
have
been
justifiably
saddled
with
one
responsibility
after
another
.
However
I
have
thought
of
you
frequently
and
of
the
extremely
pleasant
afternoon
we
spent
in
each
other
’
s
company
on
April
30
,
1944
between
3
:
45
and
4
:
15
P
.
M
.
in
case
it
slipped
your
mind
.
We
are
all
tremendously
excited
and
overawed
about
D
Day
and
only
hope
that
it
will
bring
about
the
swift
termination
of
the
war
and
a
method
of
existence
that
is
ridiculous
to
say
the
least
.
Charles
and
I
are
both
quite
concerned
about
you
;
we
hope
you
were
not
among
those
who
made
the
first
initial
assault
upon
the
Cotentin
Peninsula
.
Were
you
?
Please
reply
as
speedily
as
possible
.
My
warmest
regards
to
your
wife
.
