October 6, 2009
Rachel,
Your letter was waiting for me when I got to the base and I was happy to have a little piece of home even if it was just a measly piece of paper. The flight and drive was long as hell and all I could think about was the last nights we spent together. You were all I could see when I closed my eyes. I know you haven't exactly agreed with my choice, babe, but I'm grateful for your support. I love you, Rachel. And I'm doing this -- going to war -- for us, for America. I have to help bring strength and pride back to Americans and if it means that I have to shoot down a few Arab fuckers, then so be it. I promise to you, Rachel. The next time you see me, I will be in full uniform in ONE piece; nothing broken, nothing missing. Don't worry your pretty little head. And as far as keeping your time occupied, one of the boys here says he's got a wife too. Her name's Quinn and I had him put her number in the envelope. Maybe you two can bond over those girly things you've stopped since moving to Arizona.
I miss you already, Rachel, but I'm not going to be gone forever. Just for a bit and when I come back, we can pick up right where we left off.
Love,
Noah
P.S. If you do get a dog, Rach. Please get a big one, I'm not too fond of accessories, yanno?