Vangelis woke up in a pool of his own sweat, having a nightmare of what had happened on his last tour as a rookie, now this tour he was a sergeant and would have control, soon after abruptly awaking, the sound of the bugle began sounding through the entire base, he quickly tore his sheets off himself and made his bed of his room before going into the bunks and checking on the new rookies on their first tour after basic training. He chuckled to himself watching some of the struggle and how straggly some of them looked, long hair, not shaven. He defiantly had a group that needed to be whipped into shape. "Alright men, line up" he shouted with almost no effort, and all the men scrambled to find themselves in line. He looked them up and down, glaring at the ones that caught his focus. He checked their beds, and they were close enough so he let the men grab breakfast before he would start them on training again. Instead of joining his new crew at the breakfast table he grabbed his to go, and headed down to the recreation room where the letter exchange program list was to be posted this morning, as it started today. Van joined a new letter exchange program the army started for their soldiers who didn't previously have anyone to write to, and in Van's case didn't really have any remaining family to write to either.Van had lost his father to war back in Greece, which is the reason he joined the army, his mother committed suicide after his father passed. He was an only child and never really knew any of his other family. He took a bite of his breakfast sandwich and looked for his letter buddy and took the envelope with his name on it and sat at one of the many tables in the room and opened it, taking a deep breath he looked down to the information. Alexandra Mortelle, the name had a very pretty ring to it. Vangelis heard the alarm sounding through the camp to get out onto the fields. He tucked her name, and mailing information into his uniform gathered his men and made their way out to their first training station of the day. He worked the men through the training, and to his surprise a lot of them actually knew what they were doing "Okay early lunch men" he shouted and got out of the mud with them, and headed into the tent for lunch. This would be his only chance of the day to write his first letter to Alexandra. He grabbed his lunch and some stationary and sat at the staff table, and began eating while he thought of what to write. Hello Alexandra, Thank you for joining the letter exchange program, and giving me someone to write to, not a lot of family left, nor did I make many friends before joining the army. I am a Greek-American solider in my second tour out, this time hoping it just training the new guys no real combat, but you never know whats gonna happen out here. Not really sure how to start this off, well a bit about me. My name is Vangelis Mercy, Van for short. I am 27 years old, I was born in Greece, and raised in America. I joined the army because my father gave his life fighting for our Country so I am doing the same. I enjoy music, art, cooking, playing board, and card games, and lots of other stuff. So I am hoping we can really get to know each other, over these letters. Give me some basics on you, why did you join the letter exchange? Also I have attached a picture, hope you enjoy, hear from you soon. Vangelis. Vangelis finished his lunch and snuck to his room to grab a picture, and put the letter and picture into an envelope and addressed it to Alexandra and put it in the mail bin to be mailed out that day. He headed back into the kitchen, and got his men back into the fields until the sun went down. He showered and laid in his bed, wondering what Alexandra would write back, and what she would be like.