Ok so this probably won't interest anyone, but I decided to go back and rewrite this because I've been itching to write something for a long time and I still had drafts for this in my journal, so here I am! So sit back, relax, and enjoy the rewritten version of 'Dear Stranger'.
May 20, 1944
Dear Stranger,
I suppose you've gotten wrapped up in this letter program too. The boys think it's stupid, sending letters to a stranger back home. I suppose it's because most wish they were back home instead of the other side of the world. I don't blame them, everyone here misses home.
I don't know what I can write without the Army blacking it out, but I think I can tell you the basics. I'm a medic in the paratroopers. It's a new army concept, jumping in from air planes behind enemy lines. We're stationed in England at the moment, in a small town called Aldbourne. It's in the country. The town looks like a place in the movies. The hills here stretch out for miles. It also rains a lot.
Training is gruesome, but I guess they're getting us ready for what ever the Germans throw our way. Most of the boys are itching to get into the field. For now we're just waiting, like sitting ducks, biding our time until they need us.
should probably mention, don't be alarmed if you stop getting letters from me one day. It's either because I'm too busy or I'm, well, dead.
Sincerely, Eugene Roe, 506 Paratroopers, E Company