Here I am in Connecticut. Autumn is beautiful here compared to California. I have enrolled in college along with my sister. Today is my birthday, but I am not happy. My boyfriend from California is fighting in Vietnam. I pray that he will survive this terrible war. There is so much news about the war. People are protesting out on the streets and it is televised on t.v. I can’t help knowing how hard it must be for him to fight for our country knowing that people in our country are angry about it.
I am outside, the air is cool, and it is very peaceful. I look up at the half moon and imagine that John is looking up at the moon as well. There is an eleven -hour difference, so that is not happening, but I want to imagine that maybe in eleven hours he will be looking at the moon and thinking of me. Tears stream down my face as I wipe them away. I make a wish on the moon for his safety and I go in and write him a letter.