"I keep writing these letters every day just to let you know that I'm all right. This is another letter written with a flashlight. I know you must be pretty worriedwith all the action that is going on." -Sgt Lee Hudson III
Mom,
I'm writing this using a candle for light, so it'll be short, seeing as snipers are in the trees and bushes.
It seems as though Bernie was writing a response to my letter the day he received it, for at the end, he mentions you calling him for dinner. I had great fun imagining the two of you in separate rooms, each writing to me. He mentioned, actually told me in detail, why he was in a fight. I assure you that it was not without provocation and it was no petty thing wither. I won't tell you exactly why, as I feel Bernie deserves my confidence on this matter. I ask only that you not push me further, as I have made my decision on the matter and will stick to it, as I know he will. He also tells me that he will be better behaved and make sure he's doing all his schoolwork. I believe I have his word.
Again, I'm deeply sorry for causing you pain and worry, and incredibly thankful that you have allowed yourself to carry future weight, if I should need to add it by talking more. I would write to David, but seeing as the both of us are over here... poses a problem, doesn't it?
Anyway, I have to go. I just had a spare shoe thrown at me.
Goodnight!
Your loving son,
John