The following letter “To My Son On His Eighteenth Birthday” written by Brooke King won the Armed Services Arts Partnership and The Art of the Future Project contest calling for letters home from a future front:
Do not do it. Do not follow after me. At first, they will tell you a lie. Sign here, they will say. Then, when you go to training, they will tell you half-truths. Some will see combat, others might get lucky. But if you do sign away your life, become the property of the government, a number stamped on metal and hung around your neck, it is only when you step onto the battlefield, where ever it may be, that you will discover the meaning of war as the heat from the sun bubbles the vermillion red blood to a gradual mudded brown.