Shauns brev om livet i skinhead-miljøet

It has been a while since I wrote to you the last time, I just wanted to update you about what is going on at home.

First, I miss you very much, and I know mom does too, I am very proud that you are fighting for our country in the Falkland Islands, but it is very though here without, and I really want you to come home soon.

These last few weeks have been crazy, I’m telling you CRAZY. I have been bullied a lot in school especially by this prick named Harvey, he picked on me because of my trousers, so I got into a fight with him on my last day of school. But when I was walking home that same day, I met this incredible guy named Woodie, he is the sweetest he took me into their group but to be a real part of their skinhead group I had to chance my clothes and my hair, oh boy I’m telling you mom did not like my hair. I had the best weeks with those guys we did all kinds of fun, we found this abounded little city and just raided everything, it was so much fun.