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Picture this. It’s 10 years from now. You’re married. Nice home. Good job. It’s Christmas. Your kids are asleep. It’s the weekend and it’s snowing outside. With your wife at your side, you’re watching football on the couch. The Dallas Cowboys still suck. Life is good.
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Dearest mother —
I plan to spend the remainder of this month relaxing, possibly working in some squirrel hunting, but then I will officially be back among my men. I am exuberant. My uniform shall need to be pressed and my sidearm polished, but all in good time.
— Andrew
Dearest mother —
Joyous news! The unit’s trusted sniper, Sgt. Vinatieri, shall return for one more campaign. Soldiers of his talent are cut from a small, much desired cloth. Fortune smiles upon us. We will need his skill in the most dire of situations.
— Andrew