Chapter 12
I hear my name called from the front of the tent. I refuse to jump up and run to get my mail. I hesitate because I don’t want anyone to know, including myself, that I’m as giddy as a kid on Christmas morning. I’ve never received much mail while deployed. My mother has written and sent care packages occasionally but nothing that came every couple of weeks. Then again, I can’t really compare my mother to Sparrow. That is just disturbing. I never felt this kind of excitement when my mother wrote.
As it turns out, I don’t even have to get up to get the letter, as one of my teammates brings it to me.
“Unless your mother changed her name to Sparrow and started using stickers to decorate her mail, I’m gonna have to say this isn’t from her,” Tag says as he tosses me the letter.
“I’
