A few years later:
Dear Soldier ...
My life drags as aloneness dribbles into my whiskey. So cool you're alive after your parley with sheiks, or whatever ... But Iraq, no ... just no. The fucking Army, sucks the lifeblood from our relationship. At my Boston College reunion this weekend, as I chatted with people I studied and partied with six years ago, fifty-percent had babies and the other forty-nine, published books, music videos or Broadway plays. One-percent had millionaire mates.
Sorry, Dear John (also known as Major Koufax ), LOL, but I'm off to see how their lives feel. Stay safe.
Annie
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