Letter 21

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Dear Singsong Ava
          That was a nice song that definitely is now a song stuck in my head. Funny how I never hear the words savage anymore that it seems weird to even hear or say the word anymore.

During training remember that 15 minute run I told you about where I puked my guts out? Well I did it this week and I didn't barf not did I say that was tiring. I was able to run 56 laps around a four hundred meter distance field. Of course my lungs were dying by the end of the time.

No need to worry about disgusting descriptive writing today.

There's not much that can happen during military training other than getting yelled at by your sergeant. I do have to admit I've grown quite fond of my sergeant and no longer really dislike her. She's helping us survive.

Back when I lived in a town name Bilvers my brother and I use to play sergeant. Who knew it would be this demanding and scary. Don't judge us we were only five at that time.

I remember one time me and my brother were being mischievous like how boys were and had pranked my neighbours by setting wire traps tripping him and his farm animals. It funny how he fell down every time he realized he had tripped again. The chickens were the best though. I'm not sure what made me think of him but, I miss him.

                               From sentimental Jonas

I still remember that day so vividly. Carlos and me decided to do an "experiment" to see how many times a person could trip after knowing that there were trip wires all over the field.

The result?

Twenty.

How many did we set up?

Twenty.

The chickens were the best.

Though I think we may had accidentally killed some along the way.

Still it was funny.

Unfortunately we got caught and we had to do chores for a whole two months and pick up the dead chickens. Disgusting.

I saw chickens today and I felt a pang in my chest. I may had lied to Ava why I suddenly had thought about that time. Though it felt nice to write it to her and tell her what had happened.

Like she said she's my physiatrist and maybe some day even more.

Whoa! Back it up Jonas! You do not have the time luxury to think about your love life. Not that I do have one.

Maybe soon though if only I could just-

STOP IT JONAS!

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