A kid's letter to a soldier in Iraq: "I love you whoever you are and if you get this letter, please don't
die. If you do, die with my letter so that the world will know that I
care for each and every one of you." A book of collected letters to deployed soldiers is available from Integrity Publishers, TN.
Camp Letters:
Dear Mom And Dad,
Our counselor told us to write to our parents in case you saw the flood on TV and are worried. We are okay. Only one of our tents and 2 sleeping bags got washed away. Luckily, none of us got drowned because we were all up on the mountain looking for Adam when it happened. Oh yes, please call Adam's mother and tell her he is okay. He can't write because of the cast. I got to ride in one of the search and rescue jeeps.It was neat. We never would have found Adam in the dark if it hadn't been for the lightning. Counselor Ken got mad at Adam for going on a hike alone without telling anyone. Adam said he did tell him, but it was during the fire so he probably didn't hear him.
We will be home on Saturday if Counselor Ken gets the bus fixed. It wasn't his fault about the wreck. The brakes worked okay when we left. Counselor Ken said that with a bus that old you have to expect something to break down; that's probably why he can't get insurance. We think it's a neat bus. He doesn't care if we get it dirty, and if it's hot, sometimes he lets us ride on the fenders. It gets pretty hot with 45 people in a bus. He let us take turns riding in the trailer until the highway patrol man stopped and talked to us.
Counselor Ken is a neat guy and his wife Heather is a knock-out. Don't worry, he is a good driver. In fact, he is teaching Jessie how to drive on the mountain roads where there isn't any traffic. All we ever see up there are logging trucks.
This morning all of the guys were diving off the rocks and swimming outin the lake. Counselor Ken wouldn't let me because I can't swim, and Adam was afraid he would sink because of his cast, so he let us take the canoe across the lake. It was great! You can still see some of the trees under the water from the flood. Counselor Ken isn't crabby like some counselors. He didn't even get mad about there not being any life jackets. He has to spend a lot of time working on the bus so we are trying not to cause him any trouble.
Guess what? We have all passed our first aid badges. When Andrew dived into the lake and cut his arm, we got to see how a tourniquet works. Steven and I threw up, but Counselor Ken said it probably was just food poisoning from the leftover chicken. He said they got sick that way with food they ate in prison. I'm so glad he got out and became our counselor. He said he sure figured out how to get things done better while he was doing his time.
By the way, what is a pedal-file? I have to go now. We are going to town to mail our letters and buy some more beer. Don't worry about anything. We are fine.
Love, Chris
(Thanks to TTF Donna in Houston for this funny one. ) Then there are letters to mom and dad from kids at terrorist camps. The latter is a joke site, not for real.
Ah, kids are so sweet.
Why do they become teen-angers?
Posted by: Plutos the Bubbleman | July 29, 2006 at 01:49 PM