War is brutal and obscene in Afghanistan and every other war theater.

Love and blood do not mix. And its worse missing you.

Miss you badly, every minute of the day.

I wish my fingers were caressing you, instead of this rifle.

My right index is sore from pulling the trigger day in day out.

Killing, killing and killing.

At the end of my day, a cold supper awaits for me.

A cold night, a cold sky and the cold arms of my cot.

The stars look different when they are not around your neck.

They look meaningless and far away too.

I am lonely, even surrounded by my comrades.

Still, I want to you wish you a good night.

Love you.

Ernesto Onofre