Life is good here. I get to work my own hours and I get to kill people for a living. Food sucks, though. We need a new recruit who can cook. Sure do miss your cookin', mom.
Don't worry about me, I'll be fine. I can't really die here, so you don't have to worry about any folded flags or 21 gun salutes or anything.
My last unit was okay, but this new unit I'm in looks like it's got its shit together much better. Pardon my language, mom - I'm in the Army.
Seem like a good bunch of guys, although I don't really know them all yet. Everyone, I think, has got just the right amount of ego - enough balls to get the job done without acting like a bunch of women, and no one seems to be struttin' around actin' like they're the 'cock-a-the-walk'. Oh yeah, that's an old Naval term, you should remember that one from Grandpa.
Well, gotta go! We're pullin' out now to go secure some shoreline. Man, if Hazey is flyin' again I sure hope I don't puke my guts out like last time...
Luv ya mum,
Your son."
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