You have been in Afghanistan for 6 months now. Every day I worry about you. I explain to myself that everything will be ok and you'll come home unscathed. I turn on the TV, reality check. I see devastating images and realize the possibility of you not coming home. I hate the TV now. It stabs me in the back every time I turn it on. What if there is a bomb or a gun? What if your severly burned and I will never get to see "you" again. I don't want you to stay in Afghanistan. I want you to come home. I want you to hold me and tell me every thing is going to be fine. I want you to call me your baby girl again. I want you. War is terrible. I never knew the true horror of war until I experienced the affects. You are extremely brave. You are one of the strongest men I know. But bombs and guns don't care if you have three kids at home. Alcida doesn't care if I never see you again. Dad I want you to come home. I want you to come home now. I want to wake up in your arms and forget everything. I don't want to worry every day. I want to have my dad.
-Love, Your Daughter
Ok sorry about the seriousness. I found this letter I had written too my dad stuffed in a book. He is home now, and he is ok. I'm grateful every day that he is safe and healthy. I wrote this originally when he first went over in February, 2010. He came home February 2012. I wanted to publish this because I thought some people would be interested too know what goes through a kids head wen they have a parent over seas. Please don't be offended by anything I said. I hope you like it.