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All Fucked Up
2002-03-22 04:43:22 (UTC)

To Thomas McAlpine


Dear Thomas,

I don't even know if you're still alive or a prisoner of
war, but I need to speak to you-- or rather, you need to
speak to me, however self-centered that may sound. I want
to hear from your own delicate lips the triumphs of war and
what becomes of the soldier who heeds the iminent call. I
want to know what happened in the A Shau Valley-- every
minute detail. I want to know about all the heart-ache and
loss of God. I want to know what it was like to be a
soldier during those uncertain times. Thomas, I want to TRY
to understand. Most of all, however, I want to know if you
are still alive and I want to thank you-- for sticking by
my father's side through all the napalm hazes and terror--
for being his brother during the most fragile of times.
This goes out to a man I have never met, but who has in a
sense craddled me through life via my father, who is always
open to telling stories of this brave man. Thank you

Love,
Ray's daughter


p.s. It wasn't Ray's intent to leave you on that last day going back
to The States-- you guys were seperated by the crowd, but
nevertheless, your friendship can never be torn apart by this
circumstance-- or any, for that matter. Ray fells extremely bad about
this, as he never really had the chance to say "bye", give you a hug,
or say "thanks, man"