It was interesting to read my own mail I used to send when in a place with no instant communication, ie. phone or internet, which was a lot; reading how my letters changed in content from the beginning of the deployment to the end. I started telling everything, wanting to know everything, where by the end they contained little and asked nothing. Why? Because it hurt more knowing what was going on at home, and sending them even slight inclinations of what I was enduring and feeling their pain return made it even worse again.