My Dearest Eliza, my cock wants to court your vagina! Please advise if you feel the same.

Dear Miss Eliza,
War here is unbearable as we fight the south. My men and i fight to are last bullet. Supply is short of the things we need. I think of you as i wait for more surplus. My regiment wait for the on coming help.
I try myself to flood my mind with your face. I drown my thoughts thinking about your body. How i hold you, touch you, feel your curves in my hands.
How i miss you so. I can smell your perfume in the heat of battle. I stare onto the field only to see you standing on front of me.

I want you next to me Miss.....

     Love always yours Chopper