Dear Gabe,

This is Rocky with a poster she drew for you and your buddies.  She put down your bootcamp troop.  She's like me, the numbers and acronyms don't mean much to us.

Hunting has been exhausting, and not very successful so far.  I'm taking the flintlock out this afternoon when dad gets off work.  The bulls we were after apparently got tagged by some ranchers before they ever made it across the fence to us so we're on the trail of a couple others.  There have been some big bulls brought in.  Truth be known I'd rather have a smaller one because the meat is better, but at this point I'm not picky.

I got this from Bill Marsh, one of the guys who got all those patches and cleaning stuff for you:

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Dear Mrs. Navakuku,   It was a pleasure to help out. Dennis and I are asking all the soldiers here in the class to bring anything they can spare so we can send another box of "goodies" to your son. When we get it, we will let you know.   God Bless,  

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Dad is going to look into a laptop.  Actually I think he already knows which one to get you, something like 'Tough Box' or some goofy name like that, but its intended to be able to handle being knocked around.  We'll let you know all the fun stuff about it when he looks it up.

I guess I better get busy around the house.  I've still got meat to pack, and I need to get my stuff ready for hunting this afternoon.  Wish you could be with us.  The mountains are so beautiful this time of year.

Miss you, love you ALWAYS!

Mom