Dear Butch,

You're leaving the sandbox in 27 days. Thank god. April 2nd can't come soon enough.

But I'm worried about you.

Last night, you told me that you were out on a three-day mission. You said that almost an entire troop had been killed, merely a half hour down the road from where you were going.

I'm so scared for you. You're clearly upset. I pray every day that you can make it through the next month and come home safe.

I love you.

Love,
Megan