((the following letter arrived for Winry, Al and Pinako on Tuesday afternoon, marked as being sent almost a month ago))
To Winry, Al and Old Lady Granny,
I hope this letter makes it to you okay, you never can tell with the post around here. Dangerous and all.
Well, Granny, you were right, they chucked me into a stupid war with Ishbal. Go on and gloat, if I even have to tell you to. I'm fine though, so don't worry. Takes a lot more than that to get me, you already knew that though! (Especially you Al, right?)
Every day seems slower than the last and I can't stop wondering when they'll let us go home. This is the most pointless battle I've ever heard about...like hell I'm gonna die in a battle like that, but I feel sorry for the people who did. None of us wanted to be here and [this part has been ripped or torn or scratched out; it's illegible]
[...] hate to say it, but even alchemy's not much good here. I know, I swear by it huh? But these people fight with all they've got and we don't even know why we're here. Passion's important too.
Winry, Rock told me to say hi. We were stationed together so we're looking out for each other...one life-saving butt-kicking action for another, right? He's a good [...] don't know how you end up getting just about every guy you meet to fall for you, though! It's just weird. You stay away from Al, at least, haha!
Al, I know you can take care of yourself, but [...] still worry. Don't forget to [...] okay? I'll see you when I get back. (And you know it'll be 'when'!!)
Ahh crap, I'd better get going. I'll try to write again soon! [...] you guys,
Edward