Thanksgiving Letter

Hogan looked at the small photo on his desk before staring at his letter again. Well, he thought ruefully, can it be called a letter when it doesn't have anything on it? His family-the ones featured in the photo-were probably back home, trying to enjoy a turkey dinner. Or were they a day behind him? He shook his head. Time zones were not something he wanted to deal with right now. C'mon, Rob, get with it! It's just a letter! Hesitantly, he placed the tip of his pen against the paper, and began to write.

Dear Mom and Dad:
Happy Thanksgiving, first of all. Did you make that famous stuffing of yours, Mom? And I bet Dad ate all of it again, ha ha.

Oh, boy, that sounds reeeeaaall good, Rob. Hogan shook his head in disgust, and crumpled the paper up. Why was it whenever he tried to write something, it always came out sounding so fake? Oh, well, let's try this again...

Dear Mom and Dad:
I miss you all very much, and wish I could be with you on Thanksgiving. What I would give for a slice of turkey and some cranberry sauce! I guess everyone's there, huh? Well, tell them I said Hi, and that I'm fine, and I love them all. God, I wish I were there with you guys. I have some friends here, namely a real good guy, Kinchloe, a Brit, Newkirk, LeBeau-his cooking's almost as good as your's, Mom-and Carter. LeBeau and Newkirk don't celebrate Thanksgiving; I guess I sort of forgot that America is the only country that celebrates it. They keep me company here, so you don't need to worry about me. Next Thanksgiving I'll be there with you, for sure.
Love,
Your son, Rob

He read it again. It was better than the last one, he thought. He still sounded like some homesick kid though. The end, though... hadn't he put that in his letter, last year? He closed his eyes momentarily. Soon, guys, soon, and I'll be home with all of you. Soon...





Author: Ok, that was really bad wasn't it? *sigh* Oh well. I tried! I really did! It's just that I can never get it to come out right. Well, flame away... *cowers*