Josslyn’s throat constricted slightly as she quickly glanced around in the growing darkness, the slight chill in the air the only indication of nightfall. She clutched her notepad tightly to her chest, silently cursing herself for not bringing a flashlight. Only having meant to be in the library an hour, she hadn’t even grabbed a jacket for when what little natural light they had disappeared, causing the temperature to drop dramatically. A sound rustled through a nearby alley and she rushed into the centre of light, barely comforted by what little warmth it gave off. Joss stared, untrusting, into the unforgiving darkness and p
From the Coast of Vietnam by kit-kat-09, literature
Literature
From the Coast of Vietnam
Dental Dept.- USS Ticonderoga
FPO San Francisco, Cal. 96601
24 February 1968
Dear Papa and Mama,
There isn't too much I can tell you about what we were doing here, but most of this is in the papers.
The weather has been terrible all month. There is a lot of fog, rain and virtually no sunshine. I do not recall when I saw clear skies last. This is the winter here, too, and at night the temperature goes down to 60 or 65. Due to the heavy clouds, the temperature does not go much over 70 or 75. In a couple of months, however, when the clouds dissipate (about 15 of April), the nights will be about 80 and the days as high as 130 over lan
Hey
I don't ask for much
Couldn't care less about new clothes
What video games?
Even one of my favorite things in the world-
More than half the time
I buy my own books
Activities?
I pay for them
I even fill out any information but the signature
Yet
You can't respect me enough
To try and help
When I want to do something
That will help me better achieve my dream
I asked nicely
Several times
I even helped
And reminded
But no
Not one care