My Love Jennison,
I write this in hopes that somehow, some way, it may reach you. I fear that Commissar Bolk has gone mad, though not of the more ordinary circumstances I had first been suspicious of. As he rallies us onward, I can almost feel the same madness creeping into the back of my mind. It is as though a great parasite wishes to see us destroyed from within.
Tell the boys I love them, and tell them true. I know that one day it will come time for them to serve for the Emperor and our people, and if I am not there to see them off I know that you will relate my love to them. Thomas is such a strong boy, he will surely do well in the Guard. Garret is smart, I can almost see him in the faces of the Basilisk crewman. I do fear for Leman, he was just a babe as I left to protect you. The pictures you have sent do little justice to his growth, I am sure. Make sure you tell him more about me, and read this to him if you get the chance.
I miss you, my love. In every letter we send