Dear Mom,
Don't worry, I'm okay. I know they must have sent you something about how I was injured, but it's not as bad as they made it sound. I got a couple of busted ribs and a pretty solid crack on the head, but I feel fine and they tell me I'll be home in a month or so.
You probably want to know what happened, huh? Well I can't tell you too much (there is a war going on, you know) but I think I can give you some of the details. Me and my platoon were caught in a nasty thunderstorm, the rain coming down so thick we couldn't see our hands in front of our faces. So we got lost, stumbling around in the mud (that's how I broke my ribs, I fell down a really steep hill) and we heard gunfire. I'm still not sure whether it was our guys or not who were firing, it was so hard to see. A couple of the guys got grazed by some shots, but not that bad. They're in the hospital now with me. Still, I don't know what would have happened if a couple of medics hadn't found us and gotten us out of there. There were some pretty loud explosions that were closing in on us.
So I'm okay and most of my platoon is okay too. It's kinda nice here in the hospital...nobody here is hurt too bad and since most of the boys here are getting sent home, like me, it's just about the happiest place I've been since I enlisted. The staff is really nice. In fact, the medic who pulled us out of the battlefield is here too. It's amazing what those chansey can do.
Give my love to Dad and the kids. And please don't worry about me, I'll be home soon.
Your loving son,
Terence
