Wed. Dear Maxie, I’m starting to get used to the heat. At least I don’t feel like I’m going to pass out all the time. The first couple of days really got to me here; now I’ve gotten my appetite back and can stand the heat pretty well. Still drink a lot of water, but not as much as before. Am thankful that I have the job that I have. It’s a lot better than what most of the guys have and now I’m started to get straightened out and used to the life here and it isn’t too bad. It’s still not like being with you, but it could be worse. I think your prayers could have helped a little, someone looked after me. If there is anything you need or think we could use later on – let me know. I can either buy or order things pretty cheaply from here to send to you. I have been looking in a catalogue and seen some pretty nice things but can’t decide what we need. As far as what I need – anything that won’t get too messed up in the mail. Things like soups or other canned things would be great. In case you wonder what the spots are – it’s rain. We’ve just had a little shower and I sat out here though it. It really feels nice and cool. The nicest times here are the evenings when it’s cool and quiet. It’s funny – I’m one of the only guys in the office who’s married and who has that much to look forward to back in the states. One of the guys even wants to go back up to the front and fight. I think he’s crazy as hell. Having you to come home to, I could care if I never see combat as long as I see you again. You are what I live for and seeing you is my goal and what keeps me going. I think and talk about you a lot. You are me and for you I’ll come home and live. I could want nothing more than to be with you now. I could be happy anywhere with you as long as you are happy. Even here except that you wouldn’t like it and I wouldn’t want you to be here anyway. Still knowing that you care makes this place a little more liveable. Thank you. It’s so peaceful and quiet now that it’s hard to realize that there’s a war going on. Every now and then there’s a helicopter or outgoing artillery to keep me from forgetting. War or no war the sun still rises and sets, the clouds still pass and the world goes on. Sometimes it seems so useless. What a waste. Guess I shouldn’t think about it and do my job; but it’s hard at times like this. Better close before I get too depressed. No matter what happens, I still love you with all my heart and live just for the time that we can be one again. Love Gary