I don't know why I'm writing you, specifically. Like, I know your name, but I don't know you. I don't even know what you look like or how old you are. All I know is you were the only person from work my husband ever spoke of by name. Hopefully that means something.
Some marine in a wheelchair came to my door a few days ago. He didn't tell me his name, and his uniform and insignia didn't look like Pat's. It looked like a 5. But he said they flew together. I'm assuming that means he knows you as well?
He told me that the reports and footage of Pat's death had been declassified and showed me how to access it. I didn't even know it was fucking classified? They told me him and his entire crew were "MIA, presumed dead" and wouldn't say anything else.
I need to know if this is something I should see?
I hate myself for asking that. I feel like it's my duty as his wife to know. But I don't want to read about how many plasma rounds it took, or how little was left of him. Much less watch footage of it.
Both of us had to watch our daughter wither away. We could only bear it because we had each other. Now I have no one.
Please answer, I have to know.
PS. Sorry for rambling, but as you can imagine, receiving this news after almost a decade has put me in a shit state. I hope I haven't done the same to you.
