Dear Stevo,

I hope this letter finds you. It's been a while. We catch each other on the phone every once in a while but you with the kids and me trying to figure somethings out we always end up cutting each other off. I'm writing you this letter to kind of check myself and get somethings off my chest that I never really get to text or say over the phone when we talk.

We've been through the worse times and the best times together. When times were bad I'd be right next to you thinking were 1,300 miles away and my boy Stevo hasn't seen his wife and son in quite some time. I could never have done it the way you did it during deployment. I'd be an emotional wreck. You had the mental toughness to drive on and phase that element out though. I would always say too myself if Stevo has the optimistic attitude then I got be right up there with him. Whether it was running with you or working out.

When I first ran into you and was told me and you would be running the the platoon together I was kind of in awe on how a guy from Cali and a kid from Boston are going to set apart the differences in the sports realm and be able to get things done without arguing over it. Believe it or not you're the only person I know from California who doesn't have an ego or smoke endless amounts of pot…you my friend are a rare breed. We both came from different parts of the country and I know you can agree have two totally different ways of looking at things but you've helped me realize many things since we've become friends and I thank you. You've given me a lot of different ways of approaching and looking at situations. The odds were against us at the beginning but after a while the Chain of Command was all about us. Formally know as 95 and kilo kilo…the Alpha Company guys from Cali and Boston.


I love that you have a family but hate it, cause all that means is I have to fly out to see you instead of the other way around.

Sincerely,
Kev