How are things back home? I've been over here for about 1 month now, and there hasn't been anything going on. The troops are restless though, the word is that we will be heading into enemy territory within the week. I'm nervous mom, I guess that happens when faced with your own mortality. Please don't cry for me mom, I need all the support I can get. I'm sorry for not telling you sooner though. I was afraid you would cry, and you did. I did too. I knew sooner, and I knew I wasn't going to be able to tell you. I know, hell of a Christmas gift isn't it? This is what i signed up to to do, and the possibility was always there that I would be called to war. It's not something that I was looking foward to, but it's something that I had to prepare for a long time.
How are Bryson and Kelsey? I miss them like crazy over here even though it's been only 2 months. Give them a hug and kiss for them next time you see them. Tell them that thier Uncle Josh will be home soon. I really miss them though, and it seems like only yesterday when I saw Bryson in Stephen's arms, and when Mike called me about Kelsey. Now, it's all I think about here. I have to keep the spirits high, to keep my mind out of where I am.
I would give anything right now just to sit at home right now with Tara, watching Bryson and Kelsey walking with you guys. Sitting at Aunt Bonnie and Helen's house, eating lunch with all of you guys. Perched underneath the car port with Stephen, Mark and Mike just shooting the breeze while sipping on a few beers. It's amazing what you have until it's taken away from you. It won't be long though, I have this feeling, hopefully the war will be won tomorrow and I can be sent home to all of you.
Though, it goes without saying, I'm scared mom. I really am. I just want to see of all you one more time, I don't want to die alone. I'm not going to though, but know that if I do.. I love you all very very much. I must be going, I hear officers barking orders. I think it's time to go. I love you all, and I miss you all very very much. Please pray for me, keep the support coming, and sooner than you know it, I'll be home.
Your loving son,
Corp Joshua Bryan Froment"
This is the letter from my brother that I keep hearing in my dreams, only it's spoken by my mother. I can see the battlefield superimposed over my mother reading this letter in tears. I see the smoke, the warzone that is there, I hear mortor shells.. I see bodies. My brother is huddled up behind a wall. It keeps haunting me, and I can't get it out of my head. I needed to write it out to show the world how this war affects those with loved ones over there.