K+Davenport+-+1967

[|Timeline] media type="custom" key="24035808" To my little brother,

Hey Tommy. I know that things have been rough at home and I really appreciate you looking after the family while I'm away. Vietnam still sucks, but at least they've pulled my unit back to working in munitions distribution in Saigon instead of patrolling out in the jungle. Tell Mom and Dad I love them, even though I guess they already know that.

This has been a crazy year huh? It seems like it was only just last week that I was dragging you to the theater to go see //A Fistful of Dollars// when Kate stood me up and I didn't want to waste my ticket money. Time flies, I guess. Anyway, the unit is doing fine. We're all hyped up for 1968 to roll around, and a little bit more excited to finally go home. I know you liked boxing, Tommy, but I still don't get how you can root for that Ali jerk after he refused to join the service. I'm not a fan of killing anyone but I'm doing my duty, aren't I? I think I get what that MLK guy was saying, though, about how this war is only being fought by poor whites and blacks. It's not often that I see someone out here with a degree, and it's almost a miracle when I hear from a black transfer that he hasn't already seen fighting yet. Maybe with that new Marshall guy on the Supreme Court we can do something about all this, but I doubt it. I just wish we could have been in and out like those Israeli fools in the Six-Day war. Could you imagine us being out of this hell-hole by the end of the week?

I miss you Tommy, but I'm gonna have to cut this letter short. They're getting ready to replay the broadcast of //Our World// in honor of the whole New Year's thing. I'm gonna try and brush up on my Sgt. Pepper's vocals and see if I can impress one or two of the nurses at the party.

Stay strong Tommy, I'll be home soon, Kyle