As I write this letter,the ocean breeze feels cool on my skin.
That ocean is soon to be my grave.They tell me I will die a hero.
That the safety and honor of my country will be the reward for my sacrifice.
I pray they are right.My only regret in life is never telling you how I feel.
I wish I were back home.I wish I were holding your hand.
I wish I were telling you that I have loved you,and only you,since I was a boy.
But I'm not.
I see now that death is easy.It is love that is hard.
As my plane dives,i will not see the face of my enemies.
I will instead see your eyes,like black rocks frozen in rainwater.
They tell us that we must scream"Banzai",as we plunge into our target.
I will instead whisper your name.
And in death,as in life,I will remain forever yours.
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