My dearest Kyung Soon,
I am finally back at Crabapple Cove. Just came off the plane, in fact. I could hardly wait to tell you about it. Sitting here on Dad's front porch. Drinking lemon ice tea for a change.
The flight arrived shortly after noon Saturday, which is about the same time it took off from Korea. Wouldn't you know it? Maine is about half way around the world and I have all of yesterday to live over.
I want you to know how much it meant to me, seeing you again. It has brightened the private hell I have endured of late. As if, holding you in my arms for ten minutes was not enough expression of how I really feel. The vision of loveliness I have of you, standing next to a mule cart, with a goat on a leash, made me laugh hard. The funny sight kept me in giggles hours after I was up in the air.
You do so much for the people in your charge. I would be selfish in wanting you to myself. I have to be satisfied with keeping you in my heart. I am forever grateful for finding your love in this war.
I can't promise I will write often, but I will keep on doing it until I am too old to remember you.
Yours always,
Benjamin Franklin Pearce