Sweet Santana,
I'm a little drunk as I write this, so excuse me if things don't make sense.
We finished the mission in Iran, and it was a tough bitch. What was even tougher was that when I came back, Beretta wasn't breathing. I buried her with my pal Gaz, so even though I wanted to send a picture back of her, it looks like I can't do it anymore. She was a sweet cat, you would've loved her.
And a bitch shot me in the back and it hurts like hell. As I laid on the floor bleeding, I couldn't help but think that damn, maybe I'll die before I get the chance to see you.
So, my official promotion to being a sniper and demolition expert will be on June 10th, approximately three weeks later after you receive it. It would be great if you could come. I'd like to see the girl I've been talking to for over a year now.
You're important to me. Maybe I'm just rambling at this point, but it would be really great if I could meet you, maybe for even a few hours. Hell, even for a few minutes would be a blessing.
Your Johnny
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