08/17/2004 09:23 AM
Dear mom and dad:
I am writing again. I am still scared as hell and I am worried about death. I am leaving in two hours and I want you to know that I love you and I want everything possible. I want America to be free and have a chance to e-mail you when I am able to, but now that is all over. No college or jobs in my future. I clutch my hands tightly onto my gun. I know how to use them, but I never go to use them much. I am not able to collect my things, supposedly the academy is supposed to send them to you.
This is hell, the Iraqi children are supposed to live in peace, not violence, which is what we are giving them. I want to help them, but I have to fight against them and show them no hope for the future. I fear for them mom, I feel bad for them, like my family, feeling all scared and worried. I want to cry, I want to cry for so long and not go. One student was lucky enough, to get a discharge, by breaking his arm, and making it look like a catastrophe. We all knew that it wasn't an accident, but they let him get away with it. I am getting cold and numb. I can no longer write because my eyes are burning with hate, anger and sadness....
Love,
Francis