Letter From Her Soilder

Dear love of my life, If you get this letter..you will not see me again.. it is ok..ok..I love you..ok..I know you worried.. I am sorry for that.. I did the best I could..please love my memories that we shared ok..woman.. mother..wife of my life..my dreams.. my heart of your soul. We were having problems with some of our equipment, many of our friends will not come back as well..John..his wife Jolene.. a letter from him..should lay within for her as well.. his sword..gun..are as well enclosed.. In this writing..I feel you hold me as once you did.. it seems so far and long ago.. When you cry..do not please..I ask let..don't little Tree.. see you this way... thus..your word my life your honor in this you gave to me before I left..remember past..ok..wife.. let it be and stay that way..ok.. tears are for the pillow each night when you lay to rest your weary soul....I see the first kiss so clear now.. your soft smile holds me every night i turn to sleep.. I must go..honey stay brave..the sounds of death and guns draw near.. Remember I will watch for you..I wait..ok..I wait.. and find some one who loves you just for you.. I love you...... name wind..moving sand around you...