Some women get letters like this. We here at the Coneflower Ranch get letters like this:
(to add ambience you could have this playing in another window)
19 March 2008
Dear Emily,
For eight weeks I have continuously been in simulated combat. Facing simulated death with simulated courage. Overcoming every simulated adversity with simulated tenacity. Now I'm getting some simulated rest and rehabilitation. But I seem to be suffering from simulated post traumatic stress disorder. The simulated memories of all the simulated friends that I lost on the simulated battlefield overwhelms me. I'm going to need years of simulated therapy just to deal with the simulated depression and the simulated nightmares that haunt my simulated sleep. Perhaps I'll get some simulated medals in recognition of my simulated heroism.
Love,
Dad
I don't think Ken Burns will be looking for a copy of this letter anytime soon.
