March 1, 2009
It's been hard to me to leave the Gonk-Bag these days. I just don't want to see men, my fellow men, get shot up. These days we've been going out in the field, not staying behind. Scary as hell, let me tell you. I fair alright, though. Jack's recovering nicely, thank the Lord. I think he's finally come to, he's back. He's starting to look and act like the old Jack. His wounds are healing up pretty nicely, thanks to me, actually. I was the one who took the bullets out and stitched him up. Someone went on the horn this morning to find out how things are doing back over in the states, but received no answer. I think the unit south of us got hit last night. We haven't been able to get in contact with that, at all. A Butter Bar and some boys went down there not too hours ago, so we'll see what happens. Tom went with them… I pray he comes back unscathed.
John
