Letter Home

Dear Momma,
This is my letter home, and I hope it finds you well. I have been thinking of you since the day I was deployed.
Tough men we are sought to be, but that is not the case. Our hard outter layer is quickly fading, and our fears are shining like the sun.
All we can do is except our fate, and pray that our heavenly Farther will help us through these troubled times.
Momma, if I do not return, do not blame the Lord, though it is in his hands. Remember that I was put here to fight for what we feel is right, and that my death was not in vein.
My greatest wish in life Momma is not to be remembered as one of the many who lost their life, but as the soldier and humanbeing that not only changed people's lives after my death, but those famlies I changed before.
My heart is with each one, and their famlies. Losing them is like losing a piece of yourself.

Love,

Justin