It was another hot day in Iraq today. We took shelter under some trees while the engenires fixed to hoopty. Apparently, the hoses rotted out. How do they expect us to fight a war with ghetto ass victors like this? When the sun reached it's peak, I thought of you. Wondering what you're doing, how things are at home. I wonder if you miss me. I wonder if you are ok. I wonder if you can handle being alone for 18 months. I wonder if, when I get home, will I be able to see your smiling face, or if another will have taken my place. I haven't gotten a letter back from you yet, probably just got short stopped at battalion. I know you're thinking of me. I know your mother must be extatic knowing I'm not around to tell her to go fuck herself when she tells you that you shouldn't be married to an Army guy. I'm sure you're doing a great job on your own with that. Anyway, someone just negligantly discharged an M203. Better make sure no one is dead. I love you.
- Captain Jason Vine