Letters

Part Two

5/31/09

A letter from me to my mother after three months in Iraq.

Send me some love.

The atmosphere is as dry and loveless as the sand.

I am struggling to make the days go by without that feeling of dread,

I'm in a funk, a foul mood, the calling, what calling? 

There are so many signs that say, “I should not be here.”

I need a motivational speech.

Love you, thinking of you, send me a note…

I love love love you

5/31/09

A letter from my mother.

We await you.  We are here.  We are the same.  You have an anchor.  It doesn't waiver.  It endures.  So will you because you are more than your surroundings, more than the dry air and you carry within you more love, compassion and feeling than any one person could possibly hold.  You are a light and a beacon.