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 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"