My Dearest Emily,
It has been 14 days since my last cup of coffee. Since the rationing of supplies has left our camp bereft of this liquid solace, I have been beleaguered by headaches and a heavy fatigue that seem to strike harder than any cannonball. It is as though my limbs are shackled with unseen weights, and my mind, usually as clear as the morning breeze, is mired in a fog. Each day, I long for that familiar warmth coursing through my veins. Yet, despite these travails, I am resolute in overcoming this trial. Pray, understand that this withdrawal feels akin to surrendering a dear companion, and yet, the promise of renewed vigor without such dependence sustains me.
With hope and love, I remain your devoted husband,
Samuel
