Letters From the Front Line of the Console War:
June 6, 2008
My dearest Maria,
I am writing you from my bedroom. Oh, how I long to see you again. To hold you in my arms and tell you that I love you. That is what keeps me going. How is the baby? Is she doing well? I heard that she is said her first word. How I wish that I could be with you both. But perhaps, that will never be.
This Console War rages on. One would think that one side would admit defeat, but for every bit of progress, there is retaliation. I lay awake in my bed at night, wondering if I am the same man that you knew. If I am the same man that you love. I fear that war has changed me. Last night, I saw a man get his head blown clean off. Before that, I saw zombies kill a journalist. He was only there to take pictures, and they murdered him! It was a crappy port of an HD game, but still, that image will forever stay in my memory. When I do return home, will my hands be to dirty to hold our child? Please tell me that I will be accepted. Please tell me that you are going to be there for me.
Also, bring me some Mountain Dew. I am thirsty. I love you Maria. Until this Console War is over. Wait for me.
-d21lewis
