I’ve been thinking about a lot lately.

I’ve written this sort of thing over and over now. Thought about it for weeks. Made a couple drafts and scrapped them. Written my thoughts on war and being a soldier and how I feel about it. About peasants scrabbling for their fief lord over a duchy. Mongols on the steppes. Civil war boys and their muskets. Wrote an ‘open letter’ thing about it. Talked about myself and the reasons I’d join the Army. I listed the things I know about the guy, things that make him a good soldier. His admirable, and otherwise, qualities.

Decided its all bullshit. I’ll just see him when he get back and the only thing I really need to say until then is:

Been thinking about you man.