Tuesday, Aug. 14, 1917

Dearest Little Girl,

You have at last written the letter that I have hoped and wished for,
but hardly expected. Marie, I love you now and I know I always will. We
both have lots of time to change our minds in, but I am well enough
acquainted with myself to know I will never change. Marie, it is the
hope that some day you will really my little girl that makes me
contented here, trying hard to make myself somewheres near worthy of
you. Don’t worry about me, and have the best times you can. Whatever you
do, don’t doubt me for a minute. In your next letter tell me that you
really do believe that I will always love you and want you. The days are
getting full of hard work here and I won’t be able to write very often.
Marie please continue to write the same kind of letters that you have
written. Make them as long and as frequent as you can.

Yours, Forrest