It is Wednesday, sometime around Thanksgiving. Right now it's hard totell what day it is, I knew that our plane left on October 30, Halloween. Then two days after that, it crashed. Everyone that was on my plane died except Jim and me. Jim is one of my son's, we were heading to go surprise my husband, who has been over seas for over a year. I missed him terribly, so I wrote this letter to the general in charge .
Dear General,
My husband, Josh Colts, is one of your soldiers. Now I know it is unusual for me, a wife,to write a letter to you asking for something that might be completely impossiblele, but I am hoping that you will oblige. See my sons, Jim and George, they miss their father, considering he has been gone for over a year from this day. I miss him very much too, and in his last letter to me, Josh said that he would not be able to come home for another five months. See what I'm asking here ,is if my oldest son and I come and visit. It's a lot to ask,but from the letters that he sent, Josh says that your a very fair man and I am hoping that you will let us come. I know some of the men and women there with you, that have not seen their children or family for ages, but we need to see him. It may be dangerous but I will do anything and everything to see m husband again. Please read this letter many times and think about this.Write me back, you don't have to say much , a yes or no would be fine. Thank you sir.
Sincerely,
Maria Patrick Colts
Sympathy and guilt must have worked, because a couple weeks later the general wrote us back with the details of what will happen and when our flight was leaving. Now it's been about a month since I wrote that letter. Our plane had consisted of about three other people. The pilot, a flight attendant, and a business man. They all died in the crash. Josh and I barely survived. It was horrible. The plan just started to plummet because the engine blew. When we landed, or crash, we were in the water. Luckily there was a near by island. We had to swim to the shore, and when we finally made it, the plane had sunk . We had our bags, well most of them. Some of them had already sunk. I have my letters and stationarly so I can write this stuff down. I plan on writing to my Josh everyday while I'm here. He won't be able to get them but I will give them to him, once we are saved. If we ever are. I miss him, I miss my soldier.
