Sometimes, I get so lonesome for you that I could cry. When we are out on an operation it is much easier 'cause then I'm too worried about coming back that night and I'm not lonesome. Everybody out there is thinking the same thing that I am. I carry my wallet with me and look at your picture wherever I go. -Sgt Howard Querry
Mom,
I know I said I probably wouldn't be writing much, but I can't sleep. Kind of funny, considering I've been up for almost 18 hours now, helping to set up camp and keeping watch and the like. Normally, I fall asleep in an instant, but I just can't now. Maybe it's the lizards. The noises they make sound like someone saying, "Fuck you." Don't know why they're bothering me today, as usually I find them amusing.
They have us out here on this damn hilltop for a reason, and I hope it isn't to die. After today, we have seven whole days up here, watching over the jungle. Hopefully luck, and numbers, will be on our side. We're 13 strong with two machine gunners instead of one. I think we have two radios as well, but I'm not sure on that.
David's calling. Gotta go.
Your loving son,
John