Some more from his letters to my friend in rehab. I hope she stays sober for his sanity

"My rifle. I’m tired. I’m tired of hearing some people constantly bitch about jerking off to Playboy. Everytime, my platoon hears that, it’s as if its created madmen in them because of the constant arguments our platoon has encountered regarding what would be their responsibility if someone did this to their little sister, my seargant’s wife’s little sister is a pornstar (they don’t know that you are also). I don’t get it. My friends love me and see how all these arguments ferment in my mind with how much I have somehow learned to feel hate toward wasting so many hours watching porn, and about how it pains my seargeant for his family’s hatred at the things they’ve captured on camera (oh, let me share…..I can hear bombs going off 2 clicks northwest away from our post…this is pornography also). Anyways, I try and change the subject and talk about our porn addiction, and they all fight for me also, as my argument is solid also. No arguments are needed on my behalf nor the seargs, rightfully so, as everyone is positive, yet graphically gory at their psychotic screams for revenge. All I can think of is Thou I walk in the valley of the shadow of darkness, I will fear no evil, for thou are with me, and My M-40A3 and my cold steel k-bar, they also comfort me. Someone says to my ear its time to send a message, another says its already being sent, not to worry. I’m thinking about porn, they’re talking about the bombs that we just dropped. I’m coming home soon, I can feel it. I’m tired of looking through a scope 12 hrs per day with nothing to shoot. God Bless America. I can’t wait to come home and see you."