Sunday, November 6, 2011
She wrote me. I didn't think she would but she did. Was I surprised? Yes. Was I happy? I spent the entire two weeks following the letter dancing for joy, barely hearing what my sergeants ordered me to do. I read that letter again and again and again, so many times it became worn, frayed around the edges, difficult to read, yet I still read it. I had it around my neck in a secret pocket made of duct tape, hung by a leather cord. That letter got me through it all. That letter kept me going. That was the best letter I've ever gotten. Thank you, Ally. From the bottom of my heart. I love you.