A/N: Sorry it took me forever to update. Have had this chapter done for a day or so now but the computer wouldn't let me upload document.
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Warning-won't be pretty; 'cause war isn't so sorry 'bout the seriousness of this letter but it kinda had to be written
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March 26, 1968
Somewhere in Vietnam
Darry,
Well if you're reading this then Steve listened to the PS I gave him. Wow, Dare, I, killed a guy and yes I told that part to Steve but one thing I didn't tell him was what happened when I got ready to kill him. I had no choice, I mean it was either he shot me right there or I shoot him so ya know what I did. When I looked at him though he was so young I swear I saw the faces of Dally, Johnny, Steve, and Pony in his face. It really scared me Dare. Oh, gosh tears, sorry I didn't mean to ruin the letter with them but man I don't like it down here. Saw one of my buddies die the other day, I mean I hadn't known him real long or nothin' just we bunked together and I knew a little about him, like he had a little brother who is Pony's age and a older sister. He and I talked a lot ya know and man I know I've seen friends get shot like Dally but it was still hard. Ya see my team, I'm infantry so of course we had ta go on foot, but anyways, we had been sent out and while we were walkin' along and suddenly ya hear this loud bang or something and I look over to where Willy, that was they guy's name, had been standin' moments before and all I see is blood and Willy trying to get breath and the blood, oh, Darry the blood. He stepped on a mine. I thought those special ops dogs they talk about were supposed to watch out for those! It makes me sick just to think about it. I want to come home, I just miss y'all, and ya know what else? I DON'T LIKE KILLIN'! Sorry Darry. Well gotta go, guard duty.
Love
PFC Sodapop Curtis
US Army
PS-please don't tell Pony this it'll break him