I got your letters, even managed to read them before they shuffled us around again. Have to move all my stuff each time so I try to keep it light.
You probably wouldn’t be surprised at how many here don’t want to be here. I passed around a couple of those essays you sent, they’re really popular with some of the guys. Not so much the officers but I don’t think anything is popular with them except maybe Ed Sullivan and keeping the war machine going.
Anyway, if you got more of those to send, keep ‘em coming! And tell Marie and Mom to stop trying to send cookies. They never get here in time, and I love them both but they were never good at baking. Feels bad to have them put in all that effort for stale cookies the guys the next tent over tried to use as hockey pucks.
Good to hear about your album idea, though! Maybe when it’s done you can send me that. We just have to hope it doesn’t break getting across the globe, crushed by someone else’s hockey puck cookies.
Maybe just send socks. My feet never feel dry anymore.
Your favorite brother, Sam
P.S. - I know you’re gonna ask me to tell you the truth about all this. You already know what it is, so I don’t see the point in putting it on paper. One of us has to stay positive, right? You just keep being the one worrying Mom by screaming at Generals and I’ll tell her how nice the plants are over here, and hope it’ll all be fine.
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a letter written by your OC’s family member
Birdie,
I got your letters, even managed to read them before they shuffled us around again. Have to move all my stuff each time so I try to keep it light.
You probably wouldn’t be surprised at how many here don’t want to be here. I passed around a couple of those essays you sent, they’re really popular with some of the guys. Not so much the officers but I don’t think anything is popular with them except maybe Ed Sullivan and keeping the war machine going.
Anyway, if you got more of those to send, keep ‘em coming! And tell Marie and Mom to stop trying to send cookies. They never get here in time, and I love them both but they were never good at baking. Feels bad to have them put in all that effort for stale cookies the guys the next tent over tried to use as hockey pucks.
Good to hear about your album idea, though! Maybe when it’s done you can send me that. We just have to hope it doesn’t break getting across the globe, crushed by someone else’s hockey puck cookies.
Maybe just send socks. My feet never feel dry anymore.
Your favorite brother,
Sam
P.S. - I know you’re gonna ask me to tell you the truth about all this. You already know what it is, so I don’t see the point in putting it on paper. One of us has to stay positive, right? You just keep being the one worrying Mom by screaming at Generals and I’ll tell her how nice the plants are over here, and hope it’ll all be fine.