EMAIL | To Leila

[tacticalmind]

[Sent to Leila from one of Rob's mates in his unit]


TO: Leila Jackson
FROM: Undisclosed recipient [address encrypted]

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Hey Layla, Lila, Layla Leila (I think that's how he said to spell it),

This is Pete and I work alongside Robbo here in the sand pit.

He asked me to drop you an email to let you know that he's okay. Alright, so he ain't technically okay, but he's alive. We got him choppered back to the infirmary and he's stuck there for the moment with a strange fever spreading through our unit. They got him on some IV fluids and while he ain't feeling the best, he's just worried you were thinking the worst.

Sorry I ain't able to offer more details. He said he was going to try and get in touch as soon as he can. He misses you, but I ain't doing the kissing thing he said. Lucky bastard. A couple of us copped a peek of those photos you sent him.

Don't worry too much. He's a tough fucker, I promise.

Cheers,

Pete

Ps. Nice ass