(3 weeks later, February 27th 1944)
Giovanna and I hadn’t decided what her name would be before I left. So I didn’t know much of what to expect when I got her letter.
“Horan’s got a letter from a lady” Harry gleamed waving a letter in his hand as he walked over to me
“oooh” the rest of the troop laughed as I snatched the letter.
“ooh Lucille” he cackled
“a friend that’s all” I sneered. Tearing it open. I smiled when a saw the photo inside. It was Giovanna like I had hoped. Her photo gave that away. She looked tops what a gal. I would definitely keep that close after I show it off of course. Alright for the real reason of it all. I cleared my throat and unraveled the letter.

(Giovanna POV)

Dear Soldier,
Your letter made me truly smile for the first time since you left. Especially the picture you look very handsome in your dress blues. It’s good to hear your doing well and getting out of Italy. Weird for me to say that because I know the letters will take longer but the bloodshed here has gotten worse. My station has become quite busy in the last few days. Men in and out. Hard for me and the other nurse to keep up. I lost two brother the other day both in a split second.
“gia! Two more coming in on the left” Estella the other nurse shouted as two more men stumbled in one supporting the other with his shoulder. I grabbed the medicine and prepped myself best as possible.
“please both you” I instructed them both to lie down the one holding the other refused but lay his friend down.
“safe him, please. He’s my brother” he mumbled blood spewing from his mouth. I shook my head in agreement even though he was worse off and attended to his brother first.
He had three bullet right in the chest, shallow breathing, blood shot eyes. This man had seen war that was no guess. Even if I can stop the bleeding he won’t survive this is way out of my training. I peeked down at his dog tags Stefano. He was a year younger than Niall. This side of the war was taking who they could get and it wasn’t helping. I continue to apply pressure to the wound but it took only seconds before blood was nearly coating my small hands. I looked up at his face and his eyes had fluttered shut. I checked his pulse nothing it was flat ….he was gone. I turned over to his brother who was on the floor.
“sir?” I asked with no response tapping him on the shoulder. His body barely budged. I checked for a pulse but nothing. I started fiercely doing chest compressions but not a change. Both gone together. I said a small prayer for both of them as men came to take them away. “So sorry Stefano brothers” I whispered kissing my rosary beads.
Other than that things have been as best as they can. Though the company isn’t as good other soldiers just don’t seem to be able to entertain me like you did. You are something rare soldier. A people person. Like an entertainer. Nothing I went looking for but someone I’m glad I met. Who else would I be writing to right now if not? But enough of that I just looked at the calendar valentines day is in a few days. Talk about it going full circle to the original meaning. A Valentines Day massacre at least I predict it to be. But I’m no genie. Or is a psychic? I still get my English words mixed up. Let me know in your next letter. Sorry this is short and if any blood spatter is on it. I’m quite busy again. The tent just got another wave of soldiers. Can’t wait for your next letter.
Sincerely,
Nurse Giovanna :)
P.S I’m keeping you in my prayers. Hope you're doing the same Soldier.

Notes

Sorry if its been a couple days but I have been crazy busy lately with tons of stuff I'll try and update again later this week. thanks for the votes, subcscriptions etc :)