Hello my darling, hope you get this letter
arrived today, sore, exhausted, heart heavy
330 of us here now with more on the way.
Great group from every state imagined
tall, short, white, black, yellow and red
all wanting to be back home so bad.
Rainbow of humanity wasting away.
Dreaming of soft bed, back is rough
red from straw. Would love a cot.
Thoughts of fine restaurants taunt my stomach
no dining room here,just wood plates and stools.
Marriott or Best Western nowhere to be found
this is the only place around, accommodations suck.
Our hosts have some manors to learn
no pleasant words said, no complimentary drinks
water brown as the Mississippi, oh so pleasing
to the eye. Flavor of sulfur was no surprise.
Thoughts and dreams of family smiles
are safely hidden. Attitude Marine tough.
Imagined my brother in the yard yesterday
jumping, climbing the monkey bars carefree.
Image broken and lost, guard kicked my back.
Hope to write soon, miss your sweet glowing
smile and soft gentle hands on my face.
Your loving husband, Camp 37, Hanoi