Dear John

I hope this military god isn't reading some "dear John" letter from his girlfriend back home. If that's the case, however, I stand ready, willing, and able to lend him support, comfort, backrubs, spongebaths, and foot massages. He can cry on my shoulder any day of the week.

I know nothing about him. I found him on a Flickr site with no caption. If I was a poet, I would write a long ode about his fantastic arms and chest.