To, my wife, Crystal Gem;
Hey, it’s Corn Husk here. Just wondering how you’re doing at home. I’ve been sanctioned here in the Changeling Lands as an infiltrator. It’s so cool actually being able to infiltrate the infiltrators. I know you work education, so you weren’t really going to be able to do that.
Anyways, I know you probably teach about the old Changeling invasions, but they haven’t gotten better. The Changelings are just as aggressive as they were so long ago. It’s quite disconcerting, really.
I trust you’re doing well, and I sure hope you haven’t been any affairs, because, you know, that isn’t what ponies should do. I’ve been here for a while, and I miss you every day.
Up in my lonely room
When I’m dreaming of you...
Of course, still like music. More than ever in fact, it’s helping me get by in these trying times. I want the changelings to go just as much as you, probably. I just wish I could be there with you.
Well, this letter has nary a structure. I wouldn’t write a letter like this to my general, so I don’t know why I lose all structure when it comes to you.
I should probably talk about what I’ve been doing.
Of course, I’ve been sanctioned to take care of some known Changeling infiltrators, but we can never be too sure who’s a Changeling. Heck, it could be one of us even! Despite that, we’e taking all precautionary measures to make sure we don’t pull a ‘Neighlem Witch Trials’ and execute literally anyone who acts strange. We might get rid of some of our best Corporals that way. You can never be too careful.
Generals yelled at me again. I got the nickname Boot Camp for a reason. Not only because I excelled there, but because generals like to use me as their stomping grounds. My fellow soldiers had a good laugh about that nickname. They’ve called me it since. It kind of has a ring to it. Of course, I’ll always be Corn Husk to you, Chrissy.
Yikes, you share the same name as the Changeling queen. Never mind, I’m sure you’re nothing like her.
Regardless, the generals yelled at me again recently. They always get on my case. Of course, I’m one of their best soldiers. They believe in me like some parents believe in a straight A kid. They may get straight A’s, but’s that’s usual. One B, and their parents get all over their case. I’m sure you’ve had plenty of experience with that, being a teacher and all.
They wanted me to plot the most efficient route through the Changeling Lands. Apparently I was a centimeter off. Brutal, but it’s how the military works, I’m sure you’re aware. I remember one time, the generals forced me to bunk for another additional day at the barracks because my snazzy hat was facing the wrong way. Military life, it’s quite hilarious. Hey, that’s part of the reason I even stayed in this job! I’m sure you know all that, but it’s always fun.
The MREs haven’t gotten better with time. In fact, I think because we’re so close to enemy territory, we’re down to the bad stuff. I’ve begged my generals to get more food. They usually make me run a few laps and don’t move a single muscle on their body. Stiff as a stone.
It’s always been hard. That’s one reason why I really just want to see you again. I love being in the military, making a difference, infiltrating the infiltrators. However, it doesn’t hold a candle, not even those awful scented linen ones, to being with the one I love at least a couple days of the week.
I’ve talked more than enough about myself. That’s kind of what letters are for, but this type of one-sided conversation usually leads to dead correspondence. Like seriously, I did this with a telegraph wire and the conversation died before it even reached the destination. Like seriously, I think the Morse code morphed into one giant line with how quickly it died.
Again, talking copious amounts about myself. Excuse me.
Because I want to keep these letters’ correspondence open. I’m going to ask you some things, Chrissy.
Like, how’re the children? Are they doing well, doing their homework, and even just doing anything at all? I really want to know.
How’s the job been going? Still like teaching? Is it hard to make ends meet?
How’s your health? Seems like a silly question, but I’m about to go headfirst into a Changeling base, so it’d be quite a breather to know there aren’t two things to worry about.
Also, how’s it just been going in general? We sometimes have those days that are a little awful, and you should give me the bad along with the good. I won’t pass up a chance to comfort you.
Anyways, those questions should help keep an open correspondence. I encourage you to ask me the same things. Not just because I like talking about myself (if it wasn’t evident by the stuff earlier), but because I want to keep you informed. Although, I can’t keep you informed if the infiltration goes to pot, I’ll be dead. If you don’t get a letter from me for five days, just assume the worst. It’ll suck, but I trust you know what to do.
Let’s not focus on that though, let’s focus on the now. Right now, I’m doing pretty well. I can’t wait to see you again. I trust you believe the same. What I do is dangerous, but I’ll live, if only for you.
I really want you to get back to me, so please send another letter quickly, so I don’t assume the worst as well. I trust you’ll hold me to that. With all that said, my wings are getting tired. Write you back, hopefully.
With all my love and affection;
Corny.
PS:
Know any good places near the Changeling Lands to sneak food from? I’m dying for some really good meals right now. If you know, please do tell me.