Dearest.
It was my intention to see you last night, but our
rotating patrol schedule leaves my platoon little free time to break away from
duties. I have only now been granted the opportunity to write, I wanted to
apologize for leaving the motorpool so quickly, but you understand how things
work. I will admit I was looking forward to seeing you, perhaps I will make
more excuses to randomly file maintenance paperwork over the next ten months.
Although, your fellow soldiers in the office are a bit intimidating, and they
seem quite interested in us...or maybe just me, I’m not sure, though it is a
little uncomfortable to try and speak with you when I can feel five additional
sets of eyes on us...I will try to get used to it, the best I can.
I am unsure of how best to tell you, so instead I am
going to write in order to edit my presentation: Dearest, you are unique in
every way I can see, quiet, thoughtful, and entirely honest when you speak. I
believe you to be genuinely beautiful, and your character is intriguing. I look
forward to spending time with you, away from our duties, you are something I
never expected to find so far from home ...I hope I am not being too forward at
this point in admitting my affection for you, but I am thankful for your friendship.
We have only known each for two months, but forgive me for seeing you as
something I want and need in my life, an
honest companion.
There were many difficulties leading up to
deployment, personally I felt as though I had been let down by a number of
people, people who meant a great a deal to me. The flight leaving the states
was defeating, I had nothing to look back on, and seemingly nothing to look
forward to. I suppose that I had begun to accept things for what they were
during our transition in Kuwait, keeping busy became the excuse for personal
purpose. But then I saw you, I saw you and I immediately stopped, I wanted to
know your name...if only you knew what your composure revealed to me, what it
made me think. So I found out your name, and once or twice found you from a
distance, I may have even been caught staring...who’s to say?
I hope to see you again soon, and if you do not mind
I will keep writing you.
-Tony
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