Letter to a ValentineMy dearest love,It's Valentine's Day there, isn't it? I'm sorry I couldn't make it home, I know have been away from you far too long. It's cold out in the desert night here, and relentlessly hot during the day... My feet are aching, my eyes are smarting, sunburn is all over my skin... and yet, all I can think about is you. Isn't it funny? I'm out here, day after day, risking my life, and I realize that it's not for the people, it's not for my country, it's for you. So that you may stay safe. As I hope you know, you are my whole world, and as much as I wish to be at home with you again, I need to be here. I must be here. For the good of my friends and family, and most of all, to you and our unborn child.On a brighter note, I have talked to my captain about this summer. He thinks that he can send me home in the next rotation in June, and then I can come back in a couple of months. Just in time to see our child's birth, and to help you adjust to a mother's life. If he can get me on that
Blood is Such a Pretty ColorBlood is such a pretty color.It shows my love, my passion, my violence for you.Blood has such a pretty color.I think I'll paint my walls with you.Blood is such a pretty color.I think I'll die for you.
I love you, MinnieI learned of your passing the day before I went out into the woods all by myself.It was a Sunday afternoon. A bright day, the kind that makes you squint to keep from being dazzled by the sunshine. We were sitting around one of those rickety old diner tables, my mother, father and I, enjoying a good meal of light fried food. There I was, sitting in my nice crisp blue uniform, proud to almost be completed of a survival course, and was preparing myself for the last hurdle, the practical exam.I asked my parents of the happenings at home, as I had not seen either of them for a long time. All went quiet. The clatter of cutlery sounded all around us, but for just a moment, time was suspended. Then my father, who was sitting in front of me, looked at me sadly."Minnie died."The blunt words echoed around my head for what seemed like an age, though it must have been only a few seconds. A sort of soft pain smote the front of my chest, like that first heat wave that hits the house before the nu
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