"London, 26th March 1918,

My Dearest Andermis,

How is the weather where you are? London has entered summer, becoming unbearably hot! I can only imagine the relief of plunging into the refreshing waters of Lake Baikan. I hope your location offers you more comfort than mine does for me. You and your comrades have endured so much hardship.

I met Louise and updated her on Dante's condition. She's in great distress, and I spent the entire day with her, ensuring she'll be alright. Rest assured, I will visit her frequently. Dante is your good companion, and I will do everything in my power to assist.

Guess what? I've discovered that Francine has a talent for poetry. Today, she wrote a poem for you. I wish you were here to hear her recite it. I'm writing it down for you to read!

'I recall my uncle,

Strong and gallant soul,

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Playing with trains,

Taking me on journeys.

I recall my uncle,

A meeting so brief,

Yet etched in memory,

Like my mother's own.

I recall my uncle,

Marching at the front,

Undaunted by trouble,

Defending our homeland.

Oh, dear uncle,

Come home swiftly,

Mother and grandparents await,

We'll play with trains.'

Francine hasn't settled on a title for the poem yet, but she seems quite content with it. She recited it from one end to the other with an adorable, stuttering voice! This is a gift for you, so return to us soon!

Lovingly yours,

Fiona."