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 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'