I know, I promised you that i'd come home.
Never did i ever, plan for you to see this letter, believe me when i tell you that, because i only wrote this in case i died, and i died fighting to see you again, to see the twins. Come to think of it, even if i die, the chances of you seeing this is very slim, i mean the way we treat casualties, i doubt you will even see my dog tag..
Anyway, that's not the point here, people write these type of letters to make sure the receiver knows how much you love them, and i do Robi, I never loved anyone like i love you, every day i love you more, as my longing for you grow, i miss your soft lips, the way your hair smells, the sound of your voice.
Do you want to know a secret? when ever i feel as if i may panic, I pick an image of you, doing anything really, the other day it was one of you doing the dishes, and i just kept thinking about it, recalling your smile over and over again, until every lock of hair, every bit of light was printed into the inside of my skull.
Gotta stop writing now, duty calls. i hope to see you again on the other side, though Robi, try to make sure it's not within the nearest future? if i see you before you turn 60 i'll be very disappointed, please remind Michael that he promised me, that if anything should happen to me out here, he'd take care of you for me, he promised to be there for you, and i'll come back to kick his ass if he don't treat you right.
Adrian Highsmith, Wardaddy.