June 15th, 1942
Dear Samantha,
I fear this may be my last letter for a while, we've failed the Filipino peoples and MacArthur. I write this as I hide from the Japanese, falling back through the country side. My battalion survived the invasion, but we don't have enough men to continue defending. I'll be fine, there are plenty of places for us to hold up in. Good to hear you have my back with the planes, send us a few when MacArthur returns? You won't believe how hospitable the locals are. They gave us something like lemonade, but instead of a lemon it's a small orange fruit, I wish I could have sent you some it's even better than what Mom and Dad made. The weather here is hot and humid, I think I'm sweating through my helmet. This letter left with the last US aid to arrive. I'm running out of parchment to write on, keep your head up and let MacArthur know we fought the good fight but we need him to get back here - with love from your brother Sam Stanford
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