A soldier in Iraq writes a letter to the woman he loves back home, his wife. Read it now. That’s an order.
Dear Dawn,
A friend of mine went to visit you last week. I met this friend when I first arrived here in Iraq. I am a soldier, as you know, fighting to free this country from a horrible regime. I have seen many terrible things in my short time here. Many people are homeless and poor. They live in fear and poverty, struggling for a better way of life. My friend was starving and thirsty when I first saw him. His wife and family had been killed by the Iraq army and he was forced out of his home. Our meeting was by chance. I was on a patrol and had to stop my vehicle at a checkpoint; it was there I first saw him. He was on the side of the road searching for food and water; I gave him both. He followed me to our base camp where we talked, laughed, ate and drank together. He visited me every day for over a month. During those many visits we talked. I told him about the United States and about North Carolina, where we live. He never said very much during our conversations, he just listened in awe as I spoke.
When was the last time you stopped to listen, really listen, to the birds sing? Soldiers tend to listen to ‘em all the time. Sgt Hook out.
Hotel Tango Grok.
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