Prompt: #73 Bullet
Word count: 300
Pairing: Ian, OC
Summary: A quick letter written home.
Notes: Written for numb3rs100, part of A Silk Pillow ‘verse.
Letters Home (#73 Bullet)
Dear Uncle Ian,
I’m trying to think of things to tell you that you don’t already know. These mountains are cold but you know that. The food is terrible but you know that.
Thank you for the care package. My unit greatly appreciated the socks and hand warmers.
In three years if she’s still speaking to me I’m going to ask Emily to merry me, her father and his rank be damned, but I’m sure you saw that coming as well.
Our local sharpshooter was killed yesterday. I killed the man who killed him. One bullet, one clean shot, just like you showed me. A sick bastard in my unit dug out the bullet and gave it to me. What the fuck am I supposed to do with a used bullet? When I get some alone time I’m going to bury it somewhere, maybe say, something? My CO was impressed. Wants to recommend me for sniper school. I have politely declined.
I’m missing home but you know that. Last night I dreamed of the koi and woke up craving oranges.
I guess I’ll keep this short. I’ll write everyone else but give them all my love.
Pvt. Jonah Eppes