A letter from the front...
Mama,
Another day here in Iraq. It's already been devastating for many of us here.
It's difficult because we aren't allowed to speak about what goes on with our
families for fear that someone else may be monitoring everything we say and
write.
When you were told I would change I want you to know that the change may
actually be good for me...I think of you and Lori and my heart swells, wanting
to hug you. I haven't felt that way in awhile. I think taking care of the
family and my own personal issues jaded me from thinking and loving you guys the
way I should. Well, just so you know.
Things are ok. I would love some books, the kind you know I like! All we have
here is a whole bunch of cheesy Harlequin romance type stuff. And magazines,
you know how I love magazines. Mama, could you send me a nice pillow? I don't
have one and my neck and shoulders are killing me! We have a luxury here in the
EMT (that's Army speak for ER) a stove! The interpeters bring us things like
eggs from the economy to bake with etc. I could use those flavored creams, no
one here has half and half! I would even love the half and half that doesn't
need to be in the fridge. Anything easy that young people like. A lot of the
soldiers come in from the field and haven't eaten so we would like stuff to be
able to make for them thats easy and reminds them of home. Also, we cut off a
lot of soldiers clothes and then they don't have anything else to wear, so we're
asking for Dollar Store/WalMart type packages of underware, socks, tshirts,
shorts, you get the idea.