A month has gone since I arrived in Elthengels, I long to get back home more now than ever, it is the hardest during the evenings, seeing the soldiers in the same company that I serve in going home to their wifes or fianceés, knowing my Caithrin is too far away from me. I do find some comfort in the drawing I have of her, a drawing my mother once did when she was at our farm. Oh Caithrin...how I miss you..I am counting the days until I can return.
((This is one of many notes that Milcroft wrote during his time in Elthengels))
