Ted is taking good care of us now.
I have sole custody of the kids who you have hardly ever seen, and they you.
We are moving far away.
By the time you get back from Iraq, you will find you no longer have us to ignore.
How long did you think I'd cater to a "part-time" master, after all nineteen years is a damned long time.
We are leaving now.
I wish you well.
War's a bitch.
So am I.
With love, Ethan Allen.
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