I feel like that's a really odd way to start out a letter. I mean, I just met you like a week or two ago, I'm pretty sure I'm not supposed to address you on a first name basis in a letter already but here I am doing it anyway. Since you're apparently some kind of military bigshot, I figured someone else'll bring you down a peg or two. Or five.
This is not a very cheering letter. You probably asked the wrong cat for that, sorry man.
██████ █████ is fine. Library's still full of miscreants, but decidedly less full of people I actually know, particularly people my age. I think I'm the only person here who used college to get out of the draft. But I couldn't leave.
Anyway, I guess I should be asking how you're doing, but I'm really more concerned with how Scott's doing. Please tell me he's keeping out of trouble, especially with you, because I think you might bite his head off if he looks at you the wrong way. My dad said that most of these letters get censored, so I'm trying to write you about really boring things. Maybe we should come up with a code.
Tell Scott Operation Nurse the Sheriff is a go. He'll understand. And tell him I said hello, and also not to die.
Scott has told me to write in advance that he: is doing fine, currently, even if he misses his own bed (and you, he emphasizes); is telling me to reassure you that he did not actually tell me what the M stands for, which I can in fact vouch for; and will be writing to you as well, especially on Operation Nurse the Sheriff. So overall this is fairly redundant, but all the same he asked me to make sure I wrote it down anyways. He was that ecstatic about the "news."
Your dad would be right on that one, they do in fact censor the letters that come and go. I'm not sure how exactly you'd come up with a code that could be used between two parties when said parties are so far apart, but considering how much time you spend in that library? If there's anyone that can do it, it'd be you.
Try to stay out of trouble while you do that, though. With no one around to keep an eye on you, you must be getting up to all sorts on your own. If we come back and the library's been burnt down because you've fallen in league with the miscreants, where will we get our reading?
Derek Been following the newspapers religiously, apparently your regiment hit one of the tougher areas in the Pacific, so. Congratulations, I guess. I mean that's terrible, but if the way you barked at me when I was sneaking around the old house in the woods is any indication your soldiers are well trained.
Sending along a care package in case the USO girls that are inevitably coming don't suit your angry entertainment needs--the book Brideshead Revisited is for you, don't think Scott would like it. Check it out, maybe. Try not to get it destroyed, it's a library copy. I'll totally make you pay your overdue fees when you get back.
I am already a miscreant. You should have known that when you saw me not paying attention at the library table. I walk the thin line between superhero and supervillain most days and I choose to be good most of the time. If it wasn't for your cat I would become evil--for now she makes an excellent stack cat and guardian of the books.
Tell me what its like over there, minus the gore. Or with the gore. As long as it's not Scott related gore.
I mind if you use mine. Stick with Stiles and don't pry.
The newspapers tend to talk about what'll get the public's interest the quickest. The public should count themselves lucky, but considering the fact I'm writing to you and Scott is over on his bunk reading the comics you sent him? You don't have to worry about us when you're reading the news.
The book was appreciated, although the overdue fees aren't. But it helped to drown out the bemoaning of a few of the other soldiers when the USO girls did show up, mostly because they all started talking about how much they missed girls at home. I'm not even going to ask about why Scott looked miserable the entire time, especially since he gave me the most pitiful look when I existed within five feet of him.
Don't take my cat down with you in your descent into supervillainy, she's an innocent bystander in all of this. Although I'm sure she's enjoying the company at the library, so who knows. Maybe you'll sway her over to your side before long, if you really want to descend into that madness.
There will be no Scott related gore. There could stand to be slightly less gore and better weather, though. And a vacation to a bigger island sounds good, but can't say when that'd happen.
You don't have anything to worry about. He can't spell or pronounce it.
D
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~ PLACEHOLDER ~
8 APRIL 1944. COLONEL DEREK HALE.
I feel like that's a really odd way to start out a letter. I mean, I just met you like a week or two ago, I'm pretty sure I'm not supposed to address you on a first name basis in a letter already but here I am doing it anyway. Since you're apparently some kind of military bigshot, I figured someone else'll bring you down a peg or two. Or five.
This is not a very cheering letter. You probably asked the wrong cat for that, sorry man.
██████ █████ is fine. Library's still full of miscreants, but decidedly less full of people I actually know, particularly people my age. I think I'm the only person here who used college to get out of the draft. But I couldn't leave.
Anyway, I guess I should be asking how you're doing, but I'm really more concerned with how Scott's doing. Please tell me he's keeping out of trouble, especially with you, because I think you might bite his head off if he looks at you the wrong way. My dad said that most of these letters get censored, so I'm trying to write you about really boring things. Maybe we should come up with a code.
Tell Scott Operation Nurse the Sheriff is a go. He'll understand. And tell him I said hello, and also not to die.
Write me back if you get this. Don't die.
S
12 MAY 1944. M. STILINSKI.
Scott has told me to write in advance that he: is doing fine, currently, even if he misses his own bed (and you, he emphasizes); is telling me to reassure you that he did not actually tell me what the M stands for, which I can in fact vouch for; and will be writing to you as well, especially on Operation Nurse the Sheriff. So overall this is fairly redundant, but all the same he asked me to make sure I wrote it down anyways. He was that ecstatic about the "news."
Your dad would be right on that one, they do in fact censor the letters that come and go. I'm not sure how exactly you'd come up with a code that could be used between two parties when said parties are so far apart, but considering how much time you spend in that library? If there's anyone that can do it, it'd be you.
Try to stay out of trouble while you do that, though. With no one around to keep an eye on you, you must be getting up to all sorts on your own. If we come back and the library's been burnt down because you've fallen in league with the miscreants, where will we get our reading?
D
[ And then, added as an afterthought: ]
I don't mind if you use my first name, really.
10 JUNE 1944 | COLONEL DEREK HALE
Been following the newspapers religiously, apparently your regiment hit one of the tougher areas in the Pacific, so. Congratulations, I guess. I mean that's terrible, but if the way you barked at me when I was sneaking around the old house in the woods is any indication your soldiers are well trained.
Sending along a care package in case the USO girls that are inevitably coming don't suit your angry entertainment needs--the book Brideshead Revisited is for you, don't think Scott would like it. Check it out, maybe. Try not to get it destroyed, it's a library copy. I'll totally make you pay your overdue fees when you get back.
I am already a miscreant. You should have known that when you saw me not paying attention at the library table. I walk the thin line between superhero and supervillain most days and I choose to be good most of the time. If it wasn't for your cat I would become evil--for now she makes an excellent stack cat and guardian of the books.
Tell me what its like over there, minus the gore. Or with the gore. As long as it's not Scott related gore.
I mind if you use mine. Stick with Stiles and don't pry.
-S
25 JULY 1944 | M. STILINSKI
The newspapers tend to talk about what'll get the public's interest the quickest. The public should count themselves lucky, but considering the fact I'm writing to you and Scott is over on his bunk reading the comics you sent him? You don't have to worry about us when you're reading the news.
The book was appreciated, although the overdue fees aren't. But it helped to drown out the bemoaning of a few of the other soldiers when the USO girls did show up, mostly because they all started talking about how much they missed girls at home. I'm not even going to ask about why Scott looked miserable the entire time, especially since he gave me the most pitiful look when I existed within five feet of him.
Don't take my cat down with you in your descent into supervillainy, she's an innocent bystander in all of this. Although I'm sure she's enjoying the company at the library, so who knows. Maybe you'll sway her over to your side before long, if you really want to descend into that madness.
There will be no Scott related gore. There could stand to be slightly less gore and better weather, though. And a vacation to a bigger island sounds good, but can't say when that'd happen.
You don't have anything to worry about. He can't spell or pronounce it.
D