Dear Soldier Boy Read Free Page B

a compliment, but it was sincerely meant as one.

While I'm confessing, I should tell you that I looked you up on Facebook. I wasn’t going to. I was serious when I said that I respect your privacy. But then I reread your letter, (I won’t tell you how many times I read it because all my street cred will be destroyed), and I got to the part about you sitting in a rocker with your grey hair, and I had to see who you were. I can honestly say I did not care what Vivian Castello looked like, as long as there really was a Vivian Castello.

So yes, I cyber stalked you. And damn, I'm glad I did. Please don’t take this the wrong way, but you look nothing like what I thought you would. You are gorgeous. I thought, well, let’s not talk about what I thought you would look like. Again, I would like to point out that I didn’t/don’t care what you look like. I would be writing this email even if you looked like, well, the way I assumed you would look. But lucky for you, you don’t. You’re beautiful, Vivian. I'm sure you hear that a lot, but it is true. I am actually glad I didn’t know what you looked like when I got your first letter. I would have tried to up my game,  failed miserably, and come off as a complete jackass. Which reminds me, that soldier at Starbucks really is a moron. Was he blind? You slip me your email, I am writing you back.

To answer your question about care packages, no, Luke does not send me stuff, but Steven does. Every month or so, I get a jar of Jif peanut butter and a bottle of Mrs. Butterworth’s maple syrup. I don’t think they can legally call it maple syrup anymore, because it is really chemical-flavored, high fructose corn syrup, but damn, that stuff is good. That's what my childhood tasted like. God bless commissaries.

Anyway, I should get to bed. I have another exciting day ahead of me. I would tell you what it entails, but lucky for the United States Armed Forces and the safety of the Free World, I keep a better secret than you.

But don’t feel too bad, you’re far better looking than me, so there is that. Speaking of which, I don’t have a Facebook account, but it's only fair that you get to see a picture of me, so feel free to cyber stalk my brother or his partner (Steven Rosato). There is picture of me climbing Mt. Shasta on Steve’s page. I’m the one in the blue shirt. Luke is in red. Yes, we look alike, and no, we aren’t twins.

Good Night Civilian Girl,

Soldier Boy
     
    From: [email protected] Sent: 12/12/15 3:18To: [email protected]
    Dear Civilian Girl,
    I can't sleep. This isn't a new thing, but this time it is because I am thinking about something you said. You said you could go home for Christmas, but you didn't want to. I have spent the best part of three hours thinking about why you didn't want to go home. You are well within your rights to tell me to mind my own business. I won't hold it against you if you do, Scout's honor. And yes, I really was an Eagle Scout. But if you want to tell me, I am happy to listen. Just putting it out there. No matter where you spend Christmas, I hope it's a good one.
    Sincerely,
    Soldier Boy
    Chapter Five
    Letter Post Date: December 14th
    Dear Soldier Boy-Mission Impossible-Uber-Detective, (I would say 007, but I’m hoping you are a 1 gal kind of guy),
    December(well you’ll know the date when you get this).
    Wow, I must say, receiving an email felt a little more intimate, as your letter didn’t have to pass through x amount of people to reach me. It was just a click and in my inbox. However, I’m not sure what type of scanning system the military has in regards to screening incoming and outgoing email. Given that, I’ll go ahead and keep the nudes to myself, especially since you have already seen my face. Whereas, if you hadn’t seen my face, I could have sent random photos of who-knows-how-many women and pretend it was me. Haha!
    Hmm…I’m not sure about our world domination with special fonts and