My battle is over, now, my beloved Medic. I am ready to come home at any time soon, and I'm all right, should you requested my current condition. Like I said as always, you don’t need to worry about me. There’s a lot of field medics that took a good care of me, and I’ll inform you as fast as I could that I needed your care—I mean, your compassion… No… I mean your medical proficiency. I’m glad that your occupation helped a lot of people and our soldiers anytime soon! I couldn’t wait to see what you bring to the table for us to enjoy (by the way, I miss your Marshmellow Cake with Swiss Chocolate topping). Do not inform me any of the results you gathered from the test. It’s disturbing for me, at least.
Since when a sunset can trip you over, Angie? The only thing I know that you tripped on your books that lay on the floor when I first met you not too long ago. Now I’m laughing that I know the Queen of an international school in Swiss has just tripped over a rock when playing volleyball and I had to rescue you to prevent your plump butt dents. For all I know from the boys back then, you don’t like when your butt is straightened and small. You’re more worried about your ass than your grades back then, right? How I love you, Angie. How I love you.
I do get the same sunset as yours, it’s so beautiful that I can’t think of anything but your lovely, sea blue eyes and your golden blonde hair. Maybe it’s not purple-ish orange, but sunset and evening are the perfect combinations of real life tranquillity. I had 100 percent view of the sunset when I rode my tank with my mates from 105th, with grass fields filled with flowers, we stopped… And play around it. Without our tank, of course. I’m not as metaphorical as you, but I hope this letter find your inner-self laughing and… Well, enjoying what I write here. I took a picture of the sunset once with my mates in 143rd Pork Chop Squadron, it wasn’t a beautiful one, but as a sunset aficionado, you will found it calming and share the same serenity as yours. About my retirement… I had to wait for another week until I get back home, they maybe not telling you anything but for all I know within my squad, I get back home in no more than a week or so.
Do you want to see a sunset? I couldn’t give you pictures, but sure I can take you to see that again… together. That’s what I think about an evening, by the way. And when I get back home, we celebrate our 15th Anniversary, right? (I hope you remember that!)
See you back home, sweetie. Can’t wait to sleep on your back plushies and sure you’ll miss sleeping on my triplex abs.
P. S. I want Marshmallow Cake with Swiss Chocolate topping when I get home. No excuses…
P. P. S. No… Just kidding, we will make it together, won’t we?
