I can think of no other items of significance for a 
green god to spout. I'm not much of a green god anymore, mostly 
just brown (no snickering in the background). My growth is 
becoming luxurient, and maybe I'll replace Fleet now that he 
has someone to ride herd on him. Dennis removed his growth, he 
said it itched too much (no, not the whole head), and Paul is 
gradually losing his growth around the middle. The new CO is 
great, we joke and kid and carry on and bounce on each other's 
beds all the time. He has an isometric set and a situp board 
so we're all becoming great he-men in addition to being bronze 
gods. Maybe I'll even let you hold my hand when I come back, 
if you've got the nerve. 
I can see the effects of a long hard day are beginning to 
show in this letter so I'll stuff all this junk in an official, 
paid for by the taxpayer, government type envelope and drop it 
in the red, white and blue box. 
As ever. 
