Hello there, my name is Mary Ann. I am sitting at home in my cottage, reading these letters from my true love over and over again. Oh how i miss him. Mark Fossie is his name. A charming, ruggid fellow with the highest amount of enthusiasm i have ever heard. I cannot wait until the day he comes back home to me. In these letters he tells me about his journey with his platoon and how he has do stay in foxholes at night hoping that he doesn’t get found. Oh how it's intriguing to me, all the blood and dirt. I really hope that he doesn’t get killed in Vietnam, I hope to marry this man someday! If only he would pop the question already. Mark and I have been together since elementary school. From the first time he stole my orange crayon I knew he was the one. I’m surprised i haven’t gotten sick of him yet. Oh well i have some stuff to do now so, so long till next time!
Au revoir,
Mary Ann
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