October 18, 2003
Dear Joey,
It is really horrible here Joey. Everywhere I turn, there is someone blowing themselves up or there is a bomb in a building. I have been doing the best that I can to help all of these people. They are so innocent. They shouldn't be subjected to all of this violence and terror. I saw a little girl the other day. She was huddled by the side of the building, her clothes were torn and she had ash and dirt in her hair. She was holding a little rag doll, and she was crying. It was at that moment I realized just how horrendous and terrible this war had become. Innocent women and children are being subjected to this awful crime. I am doing the best I can. I want you to know that. They took Dave. They grabbed him and three other soldiers and threw them in a truck, never to be seen again. You could see it in their eyes that they already knew that they have done all that they could and this was the end of the road. I pray everyday that they will come back to us, but everyday the chances become slimmer and slimmer. It kills me to think that his daughter will never remember the wrinkles on her father's face when he laughed, his witty personality, or his loving heart. I need someone Joey. I need you. You were the one that always made everything better; please make this better Jo. I need to escape from this nightmare.
I miss you,
Pacey
Dear Joey,
It is really horrible here Joey. Everywhere I turn, there is someone blowing themselves up or there is a bomb in a building. I have been doing the best that I can to help all of these people. They are so innocent. They shouldn't be subjected to all of this violence and terror. I saw a little girl the other day. She was huddled by the side of the building, her clothes were torn and she had ash and dirt in her hair. She was holding a little rag doll, and she was crying. It was at that moment I realized just how horrendous and terrible this war had become. Innocent women and children are being subjected to this awful crime. I am doing the best I can. I want you to know that. They took Dave. They grabbed him and three other soldiers and threw them in a truck, never to be seen again. You could see it in their eyes that they already knew that they have done all that they could and this was the end of the road. I pray everyday that they will come back to us, but everyday the chances become slimmer and slimmer. It kills me to think that his daughter will never remember the wrinkles on her father's face when he laughed, his witty personality, or his loving heart. I need someone Joey. I need you. You were the one that always made everything better; please make this better Jo. I need to escape from this nightmare.
I miss you,
Pacey