Dear Mom,
Still hot! I hate this weather! Last night we all had a little celebration of surviving four months here. We have one on the first of every month. We joke and laugh, the nurses and doctors come too. A few have drinks but a lot of us like to stay sober just in case. We're all paranoid about surprise attacks. So far so good, I've only gotten hurt once and that was a cut on a rock. You can see the suspicion in everyone's eyes. In the way they jump with small noises or all carry guns on their hips and wherever else. We all expect a bomb or a sniper to shoot someone from an unknown location. It's awful, this kind of paranoia. But I still feel like this is where I'm supposed to be.
Love,
Alfred.
P.S. sorryeeeee!