Title: Sending POSTCARDS from a PLANE CRASH.
Description: [Dear Jennifer....]
jacob bones jr. - July 8, 2007 05:23 AM (GMT)
Dear Jennifer,
Wow, I can't remember the last time I signed a letter 'dear'. Usually it's 'hey' or some other nondescript, meaningless phrase. Remember the last one? Wasn't that just basically a note? I don't know, I'm starting to miss being at home more and I feel like a stranger now, almost. So I guess dear fits. Maybe I should of signed it 'Dear Miss.Linkin' and seen who responded, you or your sister.
How is she by the way? Tohna? Hope she's good, wouldn't want anything bad happening to her or anything.
I suck at this letter writing stuff, you know that, so you've got to give me a break. I'm not so grand with english either... sorry.
I'd tell you about how I'm doing, but you can probably already guess... I mean, it's war, what else it supposed to be like? Some guy in our squadron ran off today, trying to escape or something... draft skipper gone wrong, I guess. He got his though, so there's not much more to say about that.
The only complaint I've got is there are none of those damn wicked cookies you make. Chocolate chip. That's my way of saying 'I miss you'.
Hey, maybe if we're lucky, Liam'll get shot real bad or come to his senses or something and the engagement will be off, hey? Wouldn't that be sweet?
I know, I know, I shouldn't wish death on people.
But come on, the creeper kind of deserves it, right?
I have to go Jen, stuff to do, people to kill see.
I love you and I'll be home soon.
PS. There better be some damn cookies when I get back!
jennifer linkin - July 8, 2007 05:59 AM (GMT)
Dearest Jacob, There, I even added an 'est' to make you feel better about yourself. But I'd be lying if I said it doesn't look wierd to me. It's so... old-fashioned? I don't even know if that fits, but that's not the point. (Funny how I even ramble on when I'm writing, not speaking.) Awh, you're no stranger. You're Jacob Bones Jr., you were born to be a soldier, you taught me how to climb a tree, and you love my chocolate chip cookies.
Tohna's good, busy being good ol' Tohna. That's the only way to put it, really. Liam's developed this unspoken obsession with her, though, and Lord only knows how creeped out she must be. I mean, I'm creeped out... seeing as I'm supposedly marrying this guy. Did I tell you how I caught him watching Tohna from a tree? Should that bother me? 'Cause I'm not feeling any sort of jealousy.
You don't have to impress me Jake, just hearing from you is enough. I know you're okay and everything, simply meaning you're alive, but I still get worried, you know? Blah, maybe you don't.
Not that I know anything about what it's like to be a soldier, but something tells me I'd be the one running away. Like the said skipper. Here everyone is back home, thinking they have it bad, thinking they're so strong for going through what ever it is that they are. But toss them in the war and they'd be scared shitless. I'd be scared shitless. Hell, I am scared shitless. I'm not making sense again, am I? That's me lately.
I can't think of a tricky code like you, so I'm just going to come out and say it; I miss you. A lot. And I'm not the only one, so hurry your cute butt home, 'kay? I promise there's some chocolate chip cookies in the deal.
As a future bride (ew.), I shouldn't agree with you, as far as getting rid of Liam. Ha, that's my nice way of saying 'killing him off.' But I do, sort of. No where did this arrangement say I had to be the perfect bride, right?
But maybe we could solve this without any more deaths. I'm not that heartless. Maybe he'll actually fall in love with someone, real love, not forged, and dump me on my ass.
Love you, miss you. & I promise, you'll have your very own batch of my famous (only to you) cookies.
jacob bones jr. - July 8, 2007 06:24 AM (GMT)
Loveliest Jennifer,
I don't know if loveliest is a word, but if it is, I'm sure it'd fit ya perfectly. I know I'm being really lazy with my writing, but my hands hurt for reasons I doubt you'd like to know. Something along the lines of being trigger happy. You know, in movies letters from the war are always so dreary, I'm supposed to tell you all about my depressions and how horrible things are over here... but I don't feel like doing that.
It's not like anybody needs anything more depressing in there lives right now, what with everything going on. We're so lucky that St. Peters didn't get hit. I'm over here somewhere in China and it's horrible, everything has been blasted. We're sleeping in this hotel that has half the roof missing, filled with bugs. But that's about all I've got to say. I'm lucky because I get to come home at the end of the summer and I get paid for all of this.
Creeper is watching Tohna now? That's not good, that's actually REALLY REALLY weird. Disturbingly weird, if I might say so myself. I mean really. Get a broom and beat him with it when he gets back, alright? Maybe I'll do it for her, if Tohna lets me. I don't need her more pissed at me.
I get how you get worried, it's not like people don't die or anything. It happens all the time, but you know who raised me. My Dad wouldn't let me go down that easy, he lasted a hell of a long time, so why shouldn't I? You make plenty of sense Jen, always do, at least to me and Scott. I wonder how he is, haven't seen him... Have you been talking to him lately? Hope nothing happened to him, we won't be able to go drinking again and that'd be a shame. And who else would watch out for you, hey?
When I get back I'm going to try and fix that Liam problem of yours, as long as there's some cookies to fuel my brain... I wonder how fast my letters get over there? You should tell me, I'll put the date I sent it on the front of the envelope.
Love you,
Jacob.
jennifer linkin - July 8, 2007 07:12 AM (GMT)
My favorite, Lovely? Aw, you flatter me. I think if I called you lovely you might plot some revenge on me for when you come home, and we just can’t have that. So you get to be my favorite. I think it fits. Your name isn’t in there, but it’s on the envelope, in case you weren’t sure if you were my favorite. Trigger happy? Yeah, you can spare me this one. I can’t see why anyone would want to write a letter like the ones in the movies. In most cases, it results in more worrying, more tears, and more stress. I guess the movies do it for the plain sake of adding to the drama, but like you said, that’s the last thing anyone needs right now.
Beyond lucky that St. Peters is safe. I can’t even imagine seeing our little town in ruins, but that’s what scares me. There are a lot of things I couldn’t imagine ever happening before this war, but I was proven wrong. I hate being wrong, especially about things this serious. And China? Well that’s… exotic. I’m trying to be optimistic here, but there isn’t much I can say except don’t let the bed bugs bite. And you’ll be home before you know it, with cookies and no bugs.
I didn’t even realize you were calling him Creeper, haha. But yes, he seems to be moving on pretty quickly. Aw, and we haven’t even gotten married yet (that word still hasn’t grown on me), let alone had our honeymoon. Please note the sarcasm. If I beat him with the broom, he might get the idea that I wanted him to be watching me, which I don’t. So I’ll leave that to you or Tohna. Liam’s out there, but he still deserves my respect.
I don’t know how you do it, Jake. How you go into this and deal with it so… bravely. I’m sure there’s a better word to sum it up, but I don’t feel like using too much brainpower or whipping out the thesaurus. I already know you’ll understand what I’m trying to say though. I like that about you and Scottyboy. I miss him too, of course. We wrote a couple of letters back and forth, but that’s about it. I'm sure he's all right, it wasn't that long ago. He better be all right, or I don't know what we would do. It’d be a damned shame, to say the least.
My problems aren't your responsibility. Still, you can have all the cookies you want. When I bake I feel all domesticated, like one of those Susie Homemaker women, it's practically halloween. And sometimes, I wear an apron, just for kicks.
Love always,
Jenny
P.S. Sure, give me the date and I'll let you know.
jacob bones jr. - July 8, 2007 07:40 AM (GMT)
Jennifer,
Decided to keep it simple this time, just because... well, lack of inspiration maybe? I just realized that I'm way too cutesy when I write. Nothing like myself, actually. I mean, chocolate chip cookies? That's a guilty pleasure that only you, dear Jennifer, know about. I wish I was home so I could remind you just how not cutesy I am, but alas, I'm not, so all I can do is assure you that I'm merely giddy with the idea of female contact and NOT a changed man. Changing is not on my agenda either, unless it's my uniform, which could use a good wash.
I figured out how long it takes for you to get my letter and return it. It's almost a month, which is horrible, it really should be faster, this is the only thing I remotely look forward to when I'm over here. I had to spend almost two hours trying to get a pen today, though. I ended up scrounging one off of the general, who wanted to know why I didn't have a pen of my own, which involved a long talk about losing it under fire... Which was true, I did lose it. Anyway, let's use that as a token of how much you mean to me, yah?
Things are a bit different over here since the last time I wrote you, I kind of got injured, but I'm fine, honest. Don't tell my Mom or my sister, they'll have a freak out and demand I come home. Which, for one, I can't do and for two, I won't do. It's nothing serious and I'm still in walking/fighting condition. I just figured you'd want to know, because you are Jennifer after all. And Liam... he doesn't deserve your respect at all, for looking at Tohna and on top of that, the arranged marriage? There's no reason for you to even treat him like a human being.
What location is Scott in, do you know? Or did he just sort of give you short letters? He has Piper to write to, the lucky bastard, so I guess he has that on him. I wonder how Rastis and Jared Frost are fairing, actually. Rastis isn't half bad, but I half hope Jared got some sense smacked into him. He's a small dude, remember back in grade four when you were so much taller then him? That was hilarious. Then again, you were taller then me too... thank god that's over.
An apron? That sure does sound domestic, but you have that flawless white smile to go with it. You should be on a cereal commercial, that's what I think. Jenny Homemaker! Anyway, good luck with the Liam issue... Could you check on my sister for me, make sure she's not head over heels in love with CJ still? You know, incase he dies.
Don't worry too much, write me again, Jacob.
PS. By the time you get this you'll know that a bomb went off near here, because it'll be a month from now. Don't worry though, it didn't even come close enough to get the camp, just took out a few guys on watch.
jennifer linkin - July 8, 2007 04:37 PM (GMT)
Jacob:I wasn’t going to write back until tomorrow, because it’s late here, pushing 2 am. Tohna must have checked the mail today, so I assume she’s the one who put your letter on my dresser. I didn’t notice it, until about ten minutes ago when I got up to go to the kitchen. In case you forgot, or didn’t know, I eat when I can’t sleep. Not the best habit, but it’s something to do. Now though, I can write to you, and that’s so much better. You’re right, you are just a tad cutesy when you write. Don’t sweat it though, I know you all to well to ever slight your manliness. I think I have in the past, and you actually got upset. Maybe not upset, but it ticked you off. Secretly, I enjoy doing that to you now and then. And for the record, any American likes chocolate chip cookies. If you were the one baking them, though, then I might be worried. I’m going to make you bake with me one day, it’ll be fun. Then I’ll take pictures and show the world, how does that sound?
A month? That’s terrible. They should really try to fix that, seriously. There’s plenty to do around here, well, as much as there always has been, and all anyone wants to do is have some sort of contact with you guys out there. St. Peters is different without you around, I just thought you should know that. There, my token of how much you mean to me. And how much I miss you and wish you were home. Just think, though, when you get home it’ll never be such a challenge to communicate with me. Unless you’re attached to this whole letter-writing thing; then maybe every now and then I’ll slip one in your mailbox. Ha.
I know you don’t want me to worry about you being injured, but I’d be lying if I said I’m not. I won’t make a big deal out of it though, because no matter what I say to you, you won’t come home. That’s not meant to say that I’m asking for you to come home early, I’m just waiting. I know how much this war means to you, or I have a pretty good idea at least. I wouldn’t take that away from you. Just look out for yourself, okay? Be smart. I know I sound like a mom, but if you’re not going to nag yourself, I will. I hate being a nag, you know that, so take this as token number two.
The last I heard from Scott was just through short letters. He didn’t give me that much information, just enough to know that he was okay. If I hear from him, though, I’ll let you know. I could always ask Piper. I ran into her the other day, sweet girl. I really hope things work out between her and Scott, for Scott’s sake. I don’t know Jared too well, but what could he have over Scott? Definitely not his height. I’ve always been taller than him, poor guy. I don’t think it bothered him as much as it bothered you when I had a few inches on ya. I didn’t like it that much either, though. I could never wear heels!
Jenny Homemaker. Cute, Jacob. Extremely cute. So cute you’re probably not a man anymore. Oh dear. Only kidding, but I hope you picked up on that on your own? I’ll keep an eye on Christina for you, but if she happens to be in love with the guy, I’m not going to be the one to ruin that for her. So CJ’s a little confused with his race (and I don’t mean that as some racist comment), give him time to figure it out. Until then, no death wishes, all right?
Love,
Jenny.
P.S. Thanks for letting me know- I was worried about you, but I believe that you’re one of the best ones out there. Maybe I’m a little biased. Stay safe, please?
jacob bones jr. - July 8, 2007 08:10 PM (GMT)
Jennifer.
I remember how many times you called me 'cute'. In seventh grade you always called me that, I guess I was more cute then handsome back then, but still, don't you know that it hurts a guys ego when a girl calls him cute? They want handsome or manly or sexy, or at least something like 'attractive' not cute. But I got over it and once I stopped making a fuss about it you stopped doing it. Memories like that are really great to have right now, I can think about that when we're marching and not get too distracted, but just distracted enough to be somewhat comfortable. I love how you eat when you can't sleep, when you got accepted into modelling I was a bit worried about you, but you haven't changed a bit, which makes you as beautiful as ever. Don't ever change, okay?
The baking thing sounds absolutely dreadful. I'll gladly sit around while YOU bake, but there's no way you're getting me to make cookies. That's a womans job, from what I know and I don't know how, for another fact. I'm sure Scott would help you though, he's a pansy like that. He'd probably eat the cookie dough before it even got put on the trays, though. The last letter came in three weeks, so that's an improvement. Hopefully they all come that fast. All of them have to go through scanning before there sent off, so I guess we have to allow for that time in our consideration. I feel all scientifical. I think this letter writing thing is good for our friendship, so maybe once and awhile I'll plunk one in the mailbox.
Since the last time you wrote it's got a lot better. It's not bleeding anymore and it's starting to heal over, as gross as a thought as that is. It was way worse before, but it didn't get infected, so it should be smooth sailing from here. You do sound like a Mom, but I understand. I shouldn't have gotten hurt in the first place, so... I can see why you're worried. Totally not living up to expectations over here.
I'm extremely glad that I grew, I couldn't imagine being Jared's height. For one, I can't punch as well as he can. For two, he's really freaking short. And for three, it's hard to be intimidating when you're 5'5. Unless you're a woman. Short woman can be very intimidating if they know how to use there face right. But that's another story entirely. Jared has nothing on Scott and Piper should just get over the little druggy genius jerk, in my opinion. He doesn't deserve her.
CJ is VERY confused with his race.... maybe he'll have that knocked out of him. Maybe he'll accidentally kill Liam and that'll make him change his ways? Wouldn't that be a pleasant surprise?
Love,
Jacob.
PS. I AM one of the best out there.
jennifer linkin - July 9, 2007 05:11 AM (GMT)
Jacob:In seventh grade I was well aware that guys in general, especially you, hated being called cute. That’s probably why I kept at it. I’m sorry, but you needed a few bruises on that ego of yours. And to be completely honest, sometimes you still do, which is when I decide to whip out the “cuteness weapon.” Ha, I like that. Don’t take it the wrong way, though. Every guy needs to be checked now and then. It’s not even as enjoyable anymore, because now if I call you cute, you don’t chase me or tackle me, or any of that fun stuff. Yeah, part of my torturing was for your reaction. Really, I loved it. I’m glad to be a part of those memories, the ones that will give you that minor distraction you mentioned. It makes me feel like even if I’m not physically there for you, I can still sort of comfort you, or at least attempt. As far as my modeling, you’ll never have to worry about me starving myself like those walking skeletons.
I didn’t think you’d go for the baking thing. Better yet, I knew you wouldn’t go for it. Did I ever mention how SEXY a man in the kitchen is? Truly. I understand if you don’t think you could handle a single batch of cookies though. It’s harder than it looks. And you know what they say- if you can’t stand the heat, stay outta the kitchen. Besides, if you baked the cookies, and not me, it just wouldn’t be the same. So you can sit around and leave the tough stuff to me… and maybe Scott. You’re right about him eating the cookie dough, though, so I guess I’d have to watch out for that. Three weeks, that is an improvement. Maybe next time it will have gone down to two weeks, but that’s wishful thinking. Scientifical? You’re cute super sexy and manly.
That is a gross thought, but I’m still glad you filled me in. It’s not like you sent a gory picture of it. That’s where I draw the line. Would you quit being so hard on yourself? It’s just like you to go off to serve your country and still manage to find fault with yourself. It’s a war, Jacob, you’re bound to get hurt, mentally or physically, not that I want it to be that way. The only person with such high expectations for you is yourself.
Not to sound shallow in the least bit, but I’m glad you grew too. I always hated towering over people. The fact that you were a boy only made it worse, made me feel so damned beastly. Jared may be short, but he’s a freaking genius, and that sometimes intimidates me; not as much as controlling, short woman, aka my mother. She just makes me so mad lately. I guess that would be because she’s practically setting up my future. Sorry, I’m being self-absorbed. You need to read happy things. I saw Amelia the other day, and talked to her long enough to hear that Scott’s doing all right. Liam hasn’t written to me, but I’m not exactly sure what that means. Oh, and aren’t you coming home soon? I hope so.
Jacob! The death wishes! Haven’t you ever heard of karma? I should defend my, um, fiancé, and I’m trying. Just for the wrong reasons.
Love,
Jennifer.
jacob bones jr. - July 9, 2007 06:40 AM (GMT)
Jennifer,
You give me ego checks? That's horrible. I'm not that bad am I? I don't go around pretending my shit doesn't stink, honestly. I'm not even that good looking, so why would I? It's not like I'm Johnny Whitlow or something, I'm not drop dead gorgeous. Just kind of average. That really hurt me in grade seven, you know. I thought that you thought I was like eight or something. I think I actually complained to Mom about it, but she just laughed.... Glad that's over, though and it doesn't bug me as much anymore, hence the lack of me tackling you. I'd like to say I have more self control now, but that would be lying. No worries though, I didn't needlessly kill anybody in my squadron yet.
No matter how sexy you may or may not think a man in the kitchen is, I outwardly refuse to bake. Cook, maybe, but bake? That is a level of absurdity I refuse to sink to. I love talking like I know what I'm saying, I was practising it earlier. Don't laugh at me, at least I try. I'm pretty sure I could bake if I tried, but I see what you're doing, using reverse psychology or something like that, trying to make me do it. But hear this, I will NOT bake! Ever! You and Scott can bake, I can stand behind you and wrap my arms around you for warmth or something. Hah, that sounds like fun, actually.
Not the expectations lecture. I know Mom wants me to do good and she doesn't want me to get hurt, so I let her down by getting hurt. I think I promised her I wouldn't actually, which was kind of stupid, but it's my Mom, what am I supposed to say? 'Don't worry Mom, I'll only lose one limb.' That might of been a bit unsettling... Or very unsettling.
Smart people freak me out, I must admit. Jared comes in and starts using dictionary words that are twenty freaking letters long and all you can do to make him shut up is punch him a few times. And if that's the case, I see no shame in punching him a few times. Rastis is better, he just outwardly punches you in the face. Less confusing. I hate being confused. Your Mother... should know better then to set you up. Maybe I'll give HER a talking to when I get home. I have a lot of talking to's to give. Christina told me she had a run in with Ronnie Frost that didn't go so well... I have to deal with that to. How did you girls get along without us? And I'm glad Liam hasn't written...
I'm coming home soon, real soon,
Jacob.