Dear JohnWhen a rebel serving in the Army meets the girl of his dreams, he must face an impossible choice as a national tragedy forces them apart in this powerful New York Times bestseller.An angry rebel, John dropped out of school and enlisted in the Army, not knowing what else to do with his life--until he meets the girl of his dreams, Savannah. Their mutual attraction quickly grows into the kind of love that leaves Savannah waiting for John to finish his tour of duty, and John wanting to settle down with the woman who captured his heart. But 9/11 changes everything. John feels it is his duty to re-enlist. And sadly, the long separation finds Savannah falling in love with someone else. "Dear John," the letter read...and with those two words, a heart was broken and two lives were changed forever. Returning home, John must come to grips with the fact that Savannah, now married, is still his true love--and face the hardest decision of his life. |
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... hadn't even applied to junior college , he locked himself in his den for the rest of the night and said nothing to me over our eggs and bacon the next morning . Later that evening , he tried to engage me in another discussion about ...
... hadn't even applied to junior college , he locked himself in his den for the rest of the night and said nothing to me over our eggs and bacon the next morning . Later that evening , he tried to engage me in another discussion about ...
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... hadn't been good students stayed behind , bumming around from one lousy job to the next , drinking beer and hanging out , and pretty much avoiding anything that might require a shred of responsibility . I fell into the latter category ...
... hadn't been good students stayed behind , bumming around from one lousy job to the next , drinking beer and hanging out , and pretty much avoiding anything that might require a shred of responsibility . I fell into the latter category ...
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... hadn't touched the things in over two years . I moderated my drinking to the point that one or two beers a week was sufficient , and I might go a month without having any at all . My record was spotless . I'd been promoted from private ...
... hadn't touched the things in over two years . I moderated my drinking to the point that one or two beers a week was sufficient , and I might go a month without having any at all . My record was spotless . I'd been promoted from private ...
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... hadn't been on a board in three years and was rusty at first, but even the little dribblers made me wish I had been stationed near the ocean. It was early June 2000, the temperature was already hot, and the water was refreshing. From my ...
... hadn't been on a board in three years and was rusty at first, but even the little dribblers made me wish I had been stationed near the ocean. It was early June 2000, the temperature was already hot, and the water was refreshing. From my ...
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