A/N: this is a special fic I wanted to write in dedication to the troops in Iraq. It doesn't matter whether this is "gay" or not; leaving home and everyone you love to go to war is not an easy thing to do. No matter we are or aren't in favor of this longest war in American history, I think all the soldiers deserve our respect.

Disclaimer: I don't own South Park.

Dear Kyle,

This is a death letter I am supposed to write to a loved one in case I die here in battle or something...

I was thinking who I should write it to and the first person who came to my mind was you.

I don't want this to sound all serious and shit... Even though it is supposed to be a death letter. But man, we've been friends for eighteen years! Can you believe that?

Kyle, you are my best friend and I think we've even been like brothers since middle school. There's no secretes between us, but even though we never confessed to each other about this, I think you and I both know.

I love you Kyle, and if I died, I hope you will forget about me soon. I know it will be hard, but I don't want to see you being depressed the rest of your life.

I am sorry I didn't study hard like you told me to when we were younger; now I end up joining the army and hoping to graduate college if I don't die here... I know you were mad when I told you I am going to Iraq. I know you don't like this war; and neither do I. I really don't see the point. But I still remembered how you wouldn't listen to me and didn't talk to me for like a whole month. And then one week before I left home you came to my house and told me how sorry you were... We spent that week together and that was the best week of my life.

I miss you everyday and I wish I could see you. Sometimes I even dream about us being together again, just hanging out, doing all the things we used to do.

I love you. I really do. And it has exceeded the limit of brotherly love. And I am not ashamed of it.

I am sorry if you never heard me telling you how I truly feel until you read this letter, at which point I would be long gone.

If heaven truly exists, I hope we can meet there again.

Stan

A/N: And there it is, simple and sweet; the reason why we love Style. Tell me what you think in your review. I will label this as complete for now and if you guys want me to continue, this fic would be like a series of correspondence in form of letters between Stan and Kyle while Stan is still fighting in Iraq.

-Kammy147