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I wish they would hurry up and find that Bin Laden character so that I can b*&ch slap him around for making me come to this country. Jan 16, 2002
Wendt wants me to stab myself in the leg like the guy did at the end of Platoon so I can come home. I told him that I'd think about it. Ok, I'm gonna run now. It's time to kick the s- * t out of some more Taliban a - - holes. Actually, I'll probably just b*&ch slap them around a little bit. Jan 8, 2002
I'm trying to maintain a sense of humor about this whole thing, but it's hard. After working 12 hour shifts, eating, sleeping and sh-*ting with the same people for the past 85 days...we're ready to kill each other. Jan 2, 2002
That's what I think this place is, a jail for people with debt.
I really don't need anything that I can think of except for a big bottle of Listerine..Wink* wink. I know that mom says it's illegal, but it can be done. Remember the movie "Three Kings" where they're all drinking out of mouthwash bottles. If she still says "no", then that's alright. I'll be a cheap date for someone when I get home.
I already opened my packages - I couldn't wait until Christmas. I didn't see any Jack Daniels in there, which was a little disheartening. Dec 22, 2001
We've got a plane coming down tonight with some celebrities. I've got to run now and go lift some weights so I look good for the Dallas Cowboy Cheerleader, or Jessica Simpson, Drew Carey or whoever is on this plane. Dec 20, 2001
Well that was a bunch of crap. They got diverted to Bahrain. You look forward to the little things around here and then the morons don't give them proper clearance to land and it turns out to be another sh-*ty day like the rest. I was looking forward to getting my picture taken with Drew Carey but...NOoOOooO! Jessica Simpson landed here, but on the other side of the damn airport. This sucks. I didn't get to see anyone famous. To top things off, the beer tent has been closed for the past 2 weeks. My alcohol stream is starting to fill back up with blood! Dec 20, 2001
They can never make up the damn minds around here. I've changed jobs 6 times and 4 different shifts. Hell...I don't even know who my boss is anymore or where the hell my job is. I'm not kidding you. I showed up today at noon, where I thought I was supposed to be, but no one there knew who I was. Then, I wandered around for 12 hours either playing ping pong, lifting weights or reading this book I found and then I went home. This really isn't too bad now. I'm starting to get in shape, getting a nice tan, reading books and getting paid for it. The military kicks a*s, but don't get me wrong, I'm still not going to reenlist. Dec 4, 2001
If you couldn't tell, I miss alcohol. I go to church all the time just to drink the wine. Don't tell Mom and Dad that, they just think I'm being a good Catholic. Letter written from Lackford Air Force Base, TX — April 5, 1999
How's the weather up there? It's still hot as hell down here especially in the afternoon when I have to dress up like GI Joe and march around on the blacktop for 3 hours. Letter written from Lackford Air Force Base, TX — April 10, 1999
P.S.- Your money supply will disappear quicker now that you are 21. Remember...just because you have a $500 cash advance limit on your credit card, doesn't mean you can drink that much more alcohol. Learn from my mistakes! In Megan's 21st b-day card — November, 1999
Happy Birthday! How old you gonna be now? 23? Wow my little sister is all growed up! Did you get a surprise party as well? Or did you get your fill of cake at Ace's 30th? I told Ace that I wish I could have been there with you guys to celebrate...mostly for the beer though. Just kidding. Email written while stationed in the Middle East — November, 2001
Well, I'm gonna go hide from my boss some more before he has me go chase camels off the runway.