约翰:莎文娜,我保证很快就能见到你,我保证我会一直给你写信,我保证会告诉你一切,耐心一点,信件寄到你那里会有一段时间,我们已经被派出执行任务。
John: Dear Savannah, I promise, I promise I’ll see you soon, then. I promise I’ll write all the time, I promise I’ll tell you everything. Be patient with me, it may take a while for these letters to get back to you. We’ve already been deployed out on a mission.
Solider: Come on, solider, move it. Let’s go!
John: The problem is we can’t exactly use the local postal system here, and there’s no such thing as internet connection, so I have to send everything from here out by airmail, can you get this out for me?
Postman: Yeah, yeah.
John: Don’t lose it, all right?
Postman: Yeah, I gotcha.
John: Unfortunately, I’m not allowed to say exactly where here is, so all I can tell you is where we’ve been sent make me miss America very much. And the lack of anything resembling an ocean makes me miss Charleston, and everything around me makes me miss you. We move around a lot, so letters send to come late and out of order, we may want to number our letters, just so we know which order we wrote them in. But when they do finally get here, it’s a good day, whenever they don’t…
Postman: All right, let’s see here. Not for me, not for me. Not for me, and not for me. Figures.
John: …it’s not.
Postman: Nothing for you either.
John: But I know they’ll still come, I know it.