Dear Mother and Father.



I write to you from a place I sadly cannot reveal to you at this time, I am living a good life here with minimal contact with the outside world, I have been here for quite sometime and will possible be here for a few months longer. I do not know for certain and if I did I couldn't possibly tell you at this moment in time. What I am permitted to reveal is that my work here is going to a very good cause and that there is a perfectly good reason for the secrecy. How is my sister Hannah? It seems like a century since I last heard her sweet voice, well that's all for now, the paper here is being rationed due to security reasons and ink is not allowed, my excuse for etching this on a cereal box.



I cannot wait to see you both again.



Yours yearningly



George.