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 d**h 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"