Chapter Eight
New Letter From Jack
I got home that day to find a letter from Jack. I picked it up off the table and bounded to the attic to read it in private. It was a good thing that I did.
Hey there, Prissits a good time to write. Ive been moved into Eastern Europe. I cant tell you where, but I can tell you that its deadly dull around here. I stick close to the embassy installation and theres very little to do, a few books, some western cinema, and a little Russian too, which keeps me brushed up on the language. I was thinking of you last night when two friends and I went out for drinks in a part of the village where were allowed to go. There are dozens of young women who want to latch on to an American man, which will always put a smile on a soldiers face. I had two that we
