Dear* *My Love,
I sit here in the dark writing you this letter
Hoping our boy soon feels better
I am sorry I am not there to do my chores
But you well know I am off to war
I shall see you soon, right after my tour
Imma walk through that door, that's for **** sure
When the bombs stop dropping
And our women stop sobbing
"When ****** is found dead"
"You'll all go home" he Said
So I ask you to keep some cookies ready
Because before you know, it I'm home already!
Forever yours,
T.T.