43 After "Goodbye, Farewell, and Amen" By: Chrissie A M*A*S*H Unit Somewhere in the Persian Gulf February 1991 My Dearest Whitney, The days drag on, and the wounded keep on coming. It is a horrific site, I can't begin to explain to you the horror I see. It's the worse feeling in the world when you know that the boy you're probably won't make it through the night. I miss you more than words can say. I lay here at night and it is so cold, during the day it is unbearably hot, but when night falls it is cold. It is colder than any winter in Maine. I'm lucky I have some of the finest men and women under my command. They keep me sane over here. I think of you day and night Whitney. I can't wait until the war is over and I can return home to you and the kids. I've been able to buy you a beautiful Persian rug and the kids well I've gotten them some really nice things too. Don't worry I got you more than the rug but I want to surprise you. I realize what our parents must have felt when they were in Korea and they weren't regular army like I am. Like I said it's a terrible feeling. I've lost so much weight when I get home my clothes won't fit. I hate to cut this letter so short but we've got wounded and they need me right now. Give my love to the kids, I'll write you soon. I love you and I miss you. Love always, B.J.