![]() ![]() ![]() The ones who bitched about the heat of the Afghan sun and the cold of the desert nights. Since then, he’d left the letters for the greener guys. And that no one cared enough to write back. He’d like to get on with his own life, too, far from the unrelenting dust and the boredom and the dread that lingered every day in this fucking nightmare of a place.īut he learned his lesson, that reading letters written to some nameless, faceless Any Servicemember wouldn’t do anything but remind him that no one real was writing to him. He’d seen the stacks of letters before-written by kids for school projects and by pious churchgoers who thought writing to a soldier would secure their place behind the pearly gates.ĭuring his first tour, he’d made the mistake of writing back to a seventh grader who’d obviously tossed the reply and gone on with his life. ![]() In seven tours of Iraq and Afghanistan as an Army medic, Special Forces operator and commanding officer, Sergeant Theodore LaRoux knew the drill. ![]()
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