I Thought I'd Write To Juliet

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 death

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 of 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 things that I have

Apart from family pictures and, of course, my gas mask

I don't know why I am writing to you"