Comforting Glen

This brief, urgent letter goes to that soldier with a heavy, lonely heart whose eyes know no daily or nightly rest, and his loyal soul cannot scream or protest; he needs sleep, put his fear away and lay that helmet down for a night. On the Fourth of July, together with his wife and children he celebrated the heroes that made America great; tonight, looking back he sees a sad and defeated Glen... and without Liz and kids, his evening sky has no sunset. Read my letter, Glen and hold back those tears: everybody is doing fine, but terribly are missing their tall, handsome hero; Carol wrote a long poem about jelly beans... the ones you ate together on the stoop with sun-tanned faces so mellow. Wednesday will be a very sad day looking at the summer's stars, the same you saw shine in your native Portland... imagining that they are fireworks evoking smiles of loved ones; how can a righteous man not cry on bloody sand? Then, cry Glen and cleanse the horrible guilt off your terrified soul for having killed the enemy who had posed a dubious threat; comforting you with a letter is my token of appreciation for being alert, never letting deserting thoughts overwhelm you and make you fall.