"Just got back from the post office," Tully said, ambling up to Hitch and Moffitt. Troy was still at the PX, arguing with some corporal about the price of candy bars. Tully had just rolled his eyes and left after a couple minutes of that. In his mind, it wasn't really worth fighting about.
"Hey, you got a package!" Hitch said, grinning. Moffitt looked to be about as happy.
Tully put the package he carried on the hood of the jeep and slid the German bayonet he'd picked up awhile back out of its sheath to cut the string that held the wrappings together. It was from his mom, and from the size and rattling of the package, he was pretty sure what was inside.
Sure enough, there was a letter sitting neatly on top of a bed of cookies. Or what had used to be cookies. Most of them had fragmented into large crumbs, but there were a couple of whole ones among the mix. Chocolate chip and oatmeal. His favorite.
"Help yourself," he said to Hitch and Moffitt, taking the letter and dusting off the crumbs. The real treat for him was news from home. Just before he started reading, he wondered if he should tell them to save any for Troy, but then shrugged off the idea. If he knew Troy, he'd come back with ten candy bars for the price and five and he definitely wouldn't need anything else.
Now for the letter.