My dear adopted soldier,
I think I have to start this by apologizing… again. My little buddy was so excited when I read your note to him, he grabbed it and tried to run off with it, and when I took it back he got mad at me. He is off pouting in his puppy palace so you’re stuck with me answering his letter for him. His name is Widget and he does not think that his mommy went overboard :p He thinks she did really well because she was so worried that some of the other guys would make it disappear like the papers and envelopes and wanted to make sure that you had enough to satisfy you until the next package comes. I think that he would tell you I could buy more treats but I would like to point out that he is pouting in his own house so… I think he might not have an unbiased opinion. As far as my name goes, At Lee the kids all called me Miss Madi, but since I’ve started at Barnes I’ve always been Miss Carmichael, or as close to Carmichael as the kids can say. You are right, I’m.. close-ish to the WalMart, I’m a little closer to, do you know where Farmington Heights Church is? I am about a stones throw from there. Hearing Seeing you refer to your missions and time out there in such a casual way makes my heart ache, I understand that peace is paid for in sweat and the blood of soldiers, I just don’t like the thought of it being your sweat, your blood. I know you don’t know me very well, and it might seem like an odd offer, but if you want to send your Aunt my information, in case she needs anything, I’ll put it at the end of this letter. You’ll end up getting an email (or probably several) before this letter ever finds it’s way to you, but, if you don’t mind, I’d like to keep sending you letters and I would really like to keep getting them from you. There is something very different about holding a page, knowing that the words on it were put there by you. Well, I mean the person that’s writing the letter. You know that I mean. Look at that, I’ve managed to ramble and embarrass myself in a letter, I think that might take a very special talent. I would like to scratch out a few lines here but I think it’s only fair that you find out exactly who you adopted lol. I hope you don’t mind that I sent a few things with this package, and please never ask to send me money for something I was happy to send you. I will fly out there, find you, and bury you in the sand, mister. I really hope that totally joking threat didn’t just land me on some kind of watch list. And this is your first bit of experience with my “squirrel” brain. If you want me to stop sending letters I totally understand. Is there any other contraband that would make you happy or bring a little sense of home to you? I can’t imagine not seeing my home in two years, so I’ve added a few photos from home. It’s okay if you don’t want them, but just in case they might bring you a little comfort, there here.I should probably let you get back to what you’re doing,
Until we talk again, Madi P.S. I can't wait to hear from you though email, here is the information if you want to send it to your Aunt. Madison Carmichael 910 Timberlake Drive Northwest Wilson, NC 27893 (252) 446-7304 [email protected]