March 4, 1968

Dear Matthew,

It sort of sucks here at training. They said that we have three months until we go into combat. It makes me nervous because I really was considering to fleeing to Canada to escape the draft, but I know I'd get jailed. You know you're lucky. Matt said that you were born at the right time. You're nineteen and all, with a whole life ahead of you. You're in college, doing well, and I bet you're meeting a couple of cute girls. I'm a little jealous though. I'd rather be there making love to you rather than making love to the mosquitoes at night. The bugs here are huge! I've never seen anything like it. Vinnie and I would wake up with sores on our faces and for some reason, yet, your brother is unharmed by those deadly things. We later then found out that he had used bug repellent Your brother is a smart guy; us on the other hand, we aren't the brightest crayon in the box.

Days go by so fast but I would imagine you and me holding each other once again under the stars on the roof. When you said you loved me, I didn't hesitate to say it back. I know that our relationship is crazy, but there's nothing crazy about me. The only thing crazy about me is that I'm in love with you. I just hope I get to see you again. Sometimes I wish I was a girl or that you were a girl. We could get married and I wouldn't have to get drafted. You would hate me when I get back. I know how anti-war you are, but I promise you I'll still be your Al. Please don't worry okay? I love you so much.

-Love,

Alfred Jones.

P.S. Please send me some kool-aid. The water here tastes like shit.