I thought I'd write to Juliet, for she would understand    And when someone is already dead they can no longer let    you down    Instead I find myself talking to you, as my oldest friend    Tell me how I can advise someone, that I don't even know,    To welcome death    For I received a letter that is worth reporting    And though it may raise a cynical smile    It leaves a sinking feeling    Like when a soldier in a story says to the sergeant...    "Have you seen my pride and joy?..."    You know the rest...and it's no joke...Forgive me please as    I quote...    "This is a letter of thanks, as I'm so bored here in I can't    say where.    So I'm writing to people that I may never meet    And I was thinking if something you said..."       "I'm a female soldier, my name is Constance.    I enlisted in the military needing funds for college    I'm twenty-three years old and if I do get home alive    I imagine I may think again..."       "I'm sleeping with my eyes open for fear of attack    Your words are a comfort, they're the best thing that I have    Apart from family pictures and, of course, my gas mask    I don't know why I am writing to you"