I thought I'd write to Juliet for she would understand. And when someone is already dead they can no longer let you down. Instead I find myself talking to you as my oldest friend. Tell me how I can advise someone that I don't even know. To welcome death. For I received a letter that is worth reporting. And though it may raise a cynical smile. It leaves a sinking feeling. Like when a soldier in a story says to the sergeant.... "Have you seen my pride and joy?...". You know the rest...and it's no joke...Forgive me please as I quote.... "This is a letter of thanks as I'm so bored here in I can't. say where.. So I'm writing to people that I may never meet. And I was thinking if something you said...". "I'm a female soldier my name is Constance.. I enlisted in the military needing funds for college. I'm twenty-three years old and if I do get home alive. I imagine I may think again...". "I'm sleeping with my eyes open for fear of attack. Your words are a comfort they're the best thing that I have. Apart from family pictures and of course my gas mask.