Dear Mother,
…This letter seems to be built on “ifs” but so is my life at this time. If
we boys are not “iffing” about what we’d be doing in civilian life we
are “iffing” about the army… I want to say so many things but I cannot
find the proper words. So far everything is all right. When I start to
worry you should too.
Love, Son Bill

– from Somewhere in the Eighties (essay)

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