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Thursday, August 21, 2003

Love letters from afar

Some time in the late 60's my good friendís older brother went to Vietnam. He came home around 1969 and, much to my chagrin, he got married. He wore the bangs of his sandy blonde hair brushed to the side. He was about six foot tall with broad shoulders and slim hips, blue eyes, and a smile to melt a young girl's heart. He always wore Levis and he wore them well, if you know what I mean.

We constantly flirted with each other Ė me a punk kid, him a grown man who had been to war and back. Looking back, I imagine he flirted with all his sisterís friends. Although, he had a special nickname for me and I donít recall him having a nickname for any of the others.

It was when we were freshman in high school that my friend and I discovered the letters in the attic. They were addressed to her brother from a girl in Vietnam. She wrote to him in English, sometimes slipping into French when she didn't know the words, but because of her name, we concluded that she was Vietnamese.

They were love letters. She longed for him to come back and free her and bring her to the States with him. The letters were deeply intimate, describing the things they had done with each other. She wrote that she was lost without him and she needed him and wanted to feel him between her legs again in his bed in the States.

He never went back, and as far as we knew, he never answered any of her letters. I felt guilty about reading those love letters addressed to him. But I could never forget them or her words. I wonder where she is now.

Posted by Marie at August 21, 2003 12:41 AM


that is sad :( he must've cared for her at least, i think, if he kept the letters.

Posted by: kaiser at August 21, 2003 12:40 PM