I thought I'd write to Juliet, for she would understand And when someone is already dead they can no longer let you down Instead I find myself talking to you, as my oldest friend Tell me how I can advise someone, that I don't even know, to welcome death For I received a letter that is worth reporting And though it may raise a cynical smile It leaves a sinking feeling Like when a soldier in a story says to the sergeant Have you seen my pride and joy? You know the rest and it's no joke Forgive me please as I quote This is a letter of thanks, as I'm so bored here in I can't say where. So I'm writing to people that I may never meet And I was thinking if something you said
I'm a female soldier, my name is Constance. I enlisted in the military needing funds for college I'm twenty-three years old and if I do get home alive I imagine I may think again
I'm sleeping with my eyes open for fear of attack Your words are a comfort, they're the best thing that I have Apart from family pictures and, of course, my gas mask I don't know why I am writing to you