Chapter 11:
Ponyboy's POV:
I checked the mail everyday. Sodapop and Steve had to train before they marched into war so they had some time to write. Steve wrote us often. He mostly kept it short and sweet:
Letter 1:
Guys,
Training's hard, but we're doing alright.
~Steve (most of his letters followed this same outline, but letter 25 was different).
Letter 25:
Guys,
They promoted Sodapop to Second Lieutenant. Most of the time, you can't be promoted to that kind of class without going to college and taking the ROTC program, but when the original Second Lieutenant got sick, we all voted Sodapop to take the class and become the new one. He's in the program right now so they can get him on the job real soon.
Update you guys later,
~Steve
Sodapop wrote less often due to the fact that he was now enrolled in the ROTC program, But when he did write, his letters were longer than Steve's:
Hey Greasers,
Everything's swell really. I hear Steve already wrote y'all bout me moving up to 2nd Lieutenant. I don't mind the classes really, so don't worry bout nothin.
My wrist is feeling better. I'm trying not to overwork it, but with all the training, I think I'm only making it take longer to heal. Oh well. Don't worry bout it.
The only thing I ask from you guys is to stay cool
Remember my promise Pony.
Bye,
Sodapop
I read that letter again and again. When he said 'Don't worry bout nothin' did he secretly word it to mean we should worry? I overthought it, I know. But I wanted to be sure. His letters were the only way we stayed connected, and I don't think he took them as seriously as I did.
Sodapop's letter was the last letter I received from both of them.
Sorry I haven't been writing. HUGE COMPUTER/INTERNET FAILURE. But I'm back now, chapter 12 will be up soon! Please Review!