Tear Stained Letters

by LSMunch

This was the end of his childhood, the jungle of transition into adulthood that he had fought through. Lifting the first one from the pile, he noted the date, the worn paper, the water stains that had made the ink run a bit.

33. Letter 33

We went out to a dance that night. All I had to was my ... uniform. And boy it was such a shock. People looking at me like, "You scum." They'd walk by and spit on the ground. And I got this tremendous feeling that I wasn't supposed to have survived. -Frank McCarthy, US Army

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Johnny,

We just today received your letter about being out for a week. I do hope you are safe and that (if indeed they exist) the French fortifications keep you safe.

With this letter is another package. I think I'm beginning to get them ready easier and faster. Uncle Jacob and Bernie are going out later to buy you some more books. Hopefully they'll pick out some good ones. Otherwise, nothing new going on at home. We've all settled into a routine with each other, so that's been easier. Tomorrow, Bernie and I are going to David's house to have dinner with his family, but I told you that in my last letter, didn't I?

Well, like I mentioned, nothing new, so forgive me since this is short. I love you.

Love,

Mom