From the
Seattle P-I.
Dearest ----
I'm writing this for one reason only. On April 13th 2004, I thought I was going to die. My only regret is that I hadn't spent enough time with you. That I hadn't told you everything I wanted to. Being in Iraq for a 3rd time, I don't want to feel that way again because it was the worst feeling ever.
So this letter is in case I won't ever get the chance to tell you.
I kind of predicted this, that is why I'm writing this in November. A third time just seemed like I'm pushing my chances.
I don't regret going, everybody dies but few get to do it for something as important as freedom. It may seem confusing why we are in Iraq, it's not to me. I'm here helping these people, so that they can live the way we live. Not have to worry about tyrants or vicious dictators. To do what they want with their lives. To me that is why I died. Others have died for my freedom, now this is my mark.
Well I can't type forever, I know you want to read more but I thought simple and to the point would be easier.
I love you with all my heart.
Goodbye my Love.