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Dear Seina,



The mail caught up with us today,

Your perfume gave your letter away.

I read it to all the guys,

It made so many of us cry.



We tried hard to hide our tears,

Cause real men don’t cry, especially here.

I tucked your letter under my vest,

Close to my heart, close to my chest.



These little glimpses of home,

Mean so much to us while we are gone.



One whole week has gone by,

Since I had to fly.



Three hundred and fifty-eight days,

And I will be on my way,

Back to the arms I love,

If it is God’s will above.



I miss you so much hon,

I am tempted to shoot myself

With my own gun,

That would not be honorable of me,

And would dishonor our family.



The people here are friendly to your face,

But I wonder, behind our backs what they say.

We were getting candies and chocolates for a while,

On guard duty at a new school we gave it to the kids,

Which brought big smiles.



It made me miss my girls the more,

But I was happy to do this little chore.

The teachers weren't happy at all,

As all that sugar kicked in,

The kids were bouncing off the wall.



We heard rumors, that girl scout cookies are on the way.

That will brighten up our day.

We will probably give them to some starving family,

As a way of getting closer to home, you see?



Well, gotta go my love,

Give the girls a big hug.

Tell our moms and dads,

I am doing fine, it is not too bad.



I miss you so,

But if I don’t close,

I will miss the post.



All my love to you and the girls.



Sean