INTERCEPTED BY THE OFFICE OF P.P.G.
CATALOGUED BY THE SPECIAL RESEARCH PROJECTS AGENCY
Dear Lt. Danby,
How are you adjusting back to civilian life? I don't know - that's a
laugh, isn't it? They can take us out of Project Abraham, but
they can take Project Abraham out of our heads, hearts, veins
and nightmares. I really hope you're doing better than I am.
My memories seem more real than my everyday life, and they're
starting to blur together. When I walk to the mailbox, I see
men in white suits, ready to drag me back to Alaska and strap
me to a gurney. They're carrying rusty needles and they smile
and motion for me to relax and drink in the poison injection.
Well, I'm ready to fight them off if they try it - they can't
take me unless there's hell of a lot of them.
As you can tell, my head's not on quite right. I need to see
that shrink of ours - Cassie, you remember? Have you
heard from her? Where is she stationed?
Please write back, even if you don't have any news on our doc -
want need to know that you're OK. It might just help me push
this whole Project Abraham thing a little further in the past,
where it belongs.
June 3, 51