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.

40. Letter 40

In Vietnam, the only measure of victory was one of the most hideous, morally corrupting ideas ever conceived by the military mind, the body count. -Phillip Caputo, US Marines

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Mom, Uncle Jake, Bernie,

Sorry this isn't on real paper, but I just wanted to let you know I'm okay. There's a medevac coming to get one of our guys, so I'll give this to the pilot, but don't worry, I'm not hurt. Just a little tired and wet is all. Won't be getting any mail from you until we get back to camp, but keep writing. I'll catch up with it all, I promise. Not sure when we're getting back, but at least a week more humping.

I'm fine. Don't worry. I love you all.

Love,

John