Rating: R for language.
Disclaimer: The Bee owns nothing including the characters and products mentioned
in this story.
Genre: HAU. Drama
This story is unbetaed. If you wish to point out boo boo's, that's fine.
Warnings: Mentions of war and death and all the bad things that come with war.
Author note: This story is a work of fiction and while it strives for authenticity, it is
not meant to be taken as an historically accurate account of all things Viet Nam.
Summary: Letters Home is a bridge. It is part two in the three part Hang Ten Verse.
If you wish to read Hang Ten, it is Here:
Link to Hang Ten HERE
Link to Previous chapters of Letters Home HERE
Thanks to the wonderful Petxnd for her banner and encouragement.
May 8th, 1967
My darling Xander,
Where are you? And don't you dare say Viet Nam because you know what I mean. I spoke
to someone here at the university and he says you are suffering from what he called
the detachment of war. You are so far from home that you are forgetting that this is your life
and reality and that is just a temporary situation.
It scares me but he says that when you tell me not to write, that is the worst thing I could do.
I intend to write more!!! I intend to keep your focus on all the little details that you think are
not important. Such as:
The Chatterbox has a new sandwich on the menu. It is called the Batman because there is a
TV show called that. It is a big burger wrapped in black paper called a cave. You would like
the show. I am sure that Batman and his sidekick Robin are fucking their brains out while
Also, I had to put a new alternator and fanbelt in the woody. She runs like new and purrs
like a kitten. She misses you too.
Oh, I know how you feel about babies, but this one will blow your mind. Da and Jenny
are expecting!! Can you believe it? I am finally going to be a big brother! Da has all but
worn out his glasses by polishing them and Jenny is just glowing. I am thrilled for them
and so are you, you just don't realize it yet.
She is due in the fall. Sept. 23rd., the doctor says. I am going to stay here and help until the
baby is a couple months old, but then it really will be time for me to find a place of our
own. They need the chance to be a family and so do we.
It sounds like things are up in the air for you but I'm sure you can find a minute or two to write.
Prostitutes? Gee, I really don't like the sound of that. As for Dad, he hardly ever
drinks anymore. Hasn't since you have been gone. Mom has missed hearing from you too.
Stay strong, Xan. We all love you very much.
May 25th, 1967
I guess things are still in transit for you. There isn't much new here. School is done for
the semester and I passed all my final exams with flying colors. I was hoping to get some
input from you but Mom has been helping me to decide on a major for my degree. I think
I will study American History and secondary education. Yep, I will be one of those
nerdy teachers in high school that we used to laugh at. What do you think?
The evening news says that things over there are getting much worse and I worry about your safety.
Please, Xander, write to me.
I love you,
June 5, 1967
I love you.