September 12th
Dear You,
So it's been a while since I've done one of these things. Life happens. It's been happening a lot lately. I don't think I need to get too detailed about that. I'm sure you'll find out someday.
What I think I'm going to do is pick up where I left off, in the story of, well, me. What I last told you was that I joined the army after my mom died. That was pretty great, actually. Boot camp was hell, but I got through it, and I made some friends and I fit in pretty well. For the first year or so nothing really happened, and then we got word that a country called Iraq had invaded another little country called Kuwait halfway around the world and we were going to go help. We did, and I would say it was exciting except it wasn't. It was mostly boring with little parts where it was terrifying. That's what war is, and don't let anyone tell you any different.
I got through it okay and went home for a while, and for the next couple years not a lot else went on. Then another war broke out between a bunch of little countries somewhere else and we got sent out again. I was only there for a few days before I stepped on a land mine and everything changed.
You probably don't know what a land mine is and you have no idea how grateful I am for that. A land mine is basically a bomb in the ground that goes off when you step on it. I stepped on it, and it took my right leg and my right eye, and burned about half of me really bad. I couldn't be a soldier anymore. I wasn't sure what to do, once I got out of the hospital. For a while I thought I might not do anything.
Then I found out about this secret project, something to do with a world made with computers, a virtual world. I heard that I could have my old body back in that world. Somehow I managed to get word to someone involved, and I made it clear that I wanted to volunteer for the project. They let me. They sent me in. I was supposed to find someone, an enemy, and kill him.
I won't go into too much into detail about this next part, but I ended up working for him instead. I always sort of figured I could get close enough to him to kill him, but the time never seemed right. In the end I realized that it wasn't the way to do things. It was doing bad things to my heart, you see. Getting too close to something evil does that. It's like a disease that infects you. I won't tell you what I did then, but I will tell you that I'm not proud of any of it.
I met Florence right around then and I left. She showed me that there were better ways of doing things. She showed me that I could be better. She healed me, in a way.
And then I met Tom. But that's a story for another night.
I love you both.
-M
So it's been a while since I've done one of these things. Life happens. It's been happening a lot lately. I don't think I need to get too detailed about that. I'm sure you'll find out someday.
What I think I'm going to do is pick up where I left off, in the story of, well, me. What I last told you was that I joined the army after my mom died. That was pretty great, actually. Boot camp was hell, but I got through it, and I made some friends and I fit in pretty well. For the first year or so nothing really happened, and then we got word that a country called Iraq had invaded another little country called Kuwait halfway around the world and we were going to go help. We did, and I would say it was exciting except it wasn't. It was mostly boring with little parts where it was terrifying. That's what war is, and don't let anyone tell you any different.
I got through it okay and went home for a while, and for the next couple years not a lot else went on. Then another war broke out between a bunch of little countries somewhere else and we got sent out again. I was only there for a few days before I stepped on a land mine and everything changed.
You probably don't know what a land mine is and you have no idea how grateful I am for that. A land mine is basically a bomb in the ground that goes off when you step on it. I stepped on it, and it took my right leg and my right eye, and burned about half of me really bad. I couldn't be a soldier anymore. I wasn't sure what to do, once I got out of the hospital. For a while I thought I might not do anything.
Then I found out about this secret project, something to do with a world made with computers, a virtual world. I heard that I could have my old body back in that world. Somehow I managed to get word to someone involved, and I made it clear that I wanted to volunteer for the project. They let me. They sent me in. I was supposed to find someone, an enemy, and kill him.
I won't go into too much into detail about this next part, but I ended up working for him instead. I always sort of figured I could get close enough to him to kill him, but the time never seemed right. In the end I realized that it wasn't the way to do things. It was doing bad things to my heart, you see. Getting too close to something evil does that. It's like a disease that infects you. I won't tell you what I did then, but I will tell you that I'm not proud of any of it.
I met Florence right around then and I left. She showed me that there were better ways of doing things. She showed me that I could be better. She healed me, in a way.
And then I met Tom. But that's a story for another night.
I love you both.
-M