Dear Sis,
I can remember the days... The ground is white, the sky dark, stars dancing in the night. Children dancing and singing, playing joyfully. The soft hymns during mass, and the heads bowed in prayer and thanksgiving. Those were the days I want to remember. Oh Sister, every morning and evening I pray that the good Lord will grant us peace, unfortunately, it seems that he hasn't responded to my prayers just yet. I so do wish I could be back home during the holidays, I know it will be nearing Ash Wednesday by the time you receive this letter, but as of here at the 4077th, it's nearing Christmastime. Everyone here tries their best to lighten the spirit and mood around here, but I shouldn't have to remind you that there's a war over here, you probably already know that... Anyways, please do tell me on how the basketball team is doing, and-
"Hello Father, is anyone sitting here?" Radar asked, holding a tray of pungent leftovers.
"Oh no, not at all my son! Please, do sit."
Radar grinned and sat his tray down on the table. "Who are you writing, Father?"
"Well I'm making out a letter to my sister, the Sister." He stated, matter-of-fact.
"How's she doing?"
"Quite well, and so is her basketball team."
Radar smiled his usual boyish grin. "That's great to hear, say how do you think... Uh oh..."
The Father gave him a bewildered stare. "What is it, my son?"
"Choppers."
With that Radar took off, going to Alert the compound. He never really understood how Radar could tell when these sorts of things were going to happen, must be a gift from God...
