Wednesday, August 26, 2009

#2 Postcard: Sunrise Over Fallujah

Dear Uncle Richie,

I met a comrade named Jones, but everyone calls him Jonsey back home. He is staying at camp Doha with me in Kuwait. He said he came here to get a little experience so that when he goes home he can open his blues club. He loves to play blues guitar and when he gets home he plans to play blues six nights a week. I don’t understand what he is saying sometimes, but that’s ok I think we’ll get along just fine.

Yours,

Robin

4 comments:

Jillene said...

Another great postcard!!

VICKI IN AZ said...

Hey Sweetie,
I like this very much.

LeShel said...

I know where he gets his creativity!!

Shadow said...

these are cute...

on marriage

'Will you, um, marry me?' I haven't seen you in weeks! You don't look happy or excited about the prospect of our marriage! You're asking me to give up my - my freedom, my joie de vivre for an institution that fails as often as it succeeds? And why should I marry you anyway? I mean, why do you wanna marry me? Besides some bourgeois desire to fulfill an ideal that society embeds in us from an early age to promote a consumer capitalist agenda?