Alessandra,
I made it safely to the operation site. It's only been a week but I already miss you in every way. Sleeping is so hard without your body beside me. I'm so used to your shampoo and stuff that all the guy smell makes sleep almost impossible.
All my barrack mates are idiots, except Jackson Winston. We're the only realistic people. We know the danger and the probabilities of survival. They'll be the ones going home in boxes or crying in the battlefield. I'll be home, blood on my hands but home.
How's everything going there? How are you doing? How are Jasper and Buttercup? Are they behaving?
I love you, Alessandra. I'm going to petition for video chat privileges so we can see each other but our location makes it hard. We aren't supposed to disclose our location for security reasons and the video chat stuff would have to be encoded and all that dumb stuff.
I can't wait until I get your letter back. The miles between us will seem smaller then and we won't be so alone.
Love you baby,
Cedric
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A War of Soil and Body
General FictionCedric Belmon joined the army when tensions rose in another part of the world. Letters are the only connection he has to his wife, Alessandra, in this war-torn country. Each day in the country drives him harder to find resolution, especially when sh...
