The recitation portion of this song has no bearing on my experience, but the first lines are branded on my heart and have been there for over 70 years. Mail Call for a young 17 year old in Boot Camp is perhaps the sweetest moments of the entire experience. A simple letter from the sweetest girl, someone you would ransom your soul for - should she return the feelings and move the experience to reality, oh how my heart would yearn. And then, the sick feeling of reading those line, "Dear xxxx, I don't know how to hell you etc". I know, it's not "Dear John", exactly those words, but the experience is the same. A buzzing in my head, a dryness in my mouth, my mind screamed in silence, my soul fell to the floor, my world collapsed and I was left hollow. The years never released me from this experience. For years I imagined that my world would return to normal but it never did. Girls I dated were never a replacement, places "we" were ever at would fire up the feelings, driving past her house was an elation but a sick one. Several years ago she died on the operating table while in surgery for diabetic amputation. Only then was the fire in the furnace idled down and the direction of the feeling was transported to the belief that earth time would be of no importance in celestial eternity.