How have you been? I'm fine!
It has been a while since I last contacted you, and it deeply saddens me. I wanted to take this chance to get back in touch with you and let you back in on my life.
After last seeing you at graduation, I decided to join the army. I wanted to give something back to our country and thought this would be one of the best ways to do exactly that. I can't fully remember what happened, but after two and a half years of training and small missions, my commander told me I was going to Vietnam. A war was tearing the country apart, and I was to settle the war in favor of America.
This all happened a good twelve years ago. During the years of war, I have seen many things. Horrible things, yet so many beautiful things. I witnessed my comrades limbs being blown off. I witnessed Vietnamese women's lives being saved.
This was changed me as a person. When I came back, I wanted to talk to people, but I was afraid. I was afraid that my friends from way back then would not want to speak to me after what I had done. I had killed dozens of people and came back with nothing but a lost leg.
I can not fully explain the thoughts I had, but after the years of settling down, getting a wife and having two wonderful kids, I still felt a void. I thought my new life would will that void, but it was a feeling, that kept eating me from the inside. As the hole grew larger, I started to understand what it was that it craved.
I missed the war.
The hardest thing I had to do was tell my wife about how I was feeling. I was so lucky that she understood and let me go. She told the kids I would be on a business trip.
I went back to the army, and had no trouble ranking up with my expierence. This, however, wasn't what I longed for. I missed the action of the battlefield, the tears, the laughing, the guns, the explosions. My friends.
I requested my superior to send me on a mission. I was sent to Iraq, to secure the situation.
You may be wondering by now, why am I writing you. I left this letter with my wife, who would send it to you under certain circumstances. I insisted this was the only thing she would do.
If you have received this letter, it means I have not made it back home from Iraq.
I just wanted to tell you what an impact you made on my life when we would still hang out and tell each other the best jokes? Those were one of the best years of my life, with unforgettable summers. I really wanted you to know what all has happened to me, and most of all, for you to remember me.
I hope your life will be well!
Your friend forever, Brokoth.
P.S. I included a picture of me doing what I love most: Warring.