These are the good old days. Used to be, a man carried a pic of his gal, and waited for letters. Thanks to the internet, and a laptop, a whole world is right here with you.
Conditions suck. Bureaucracy is bureaucracy and the wheels turn with a grinding slowness, and backwards, it seems. Thank God you are there, and thanks to God, you will return to the loving arms of your family. If you can think of a thing that I can do for you, name it. It is yours.
What I wish for you is your family around you, and the lush greens of a vibrant, growing land. That, after all, is the goal.
Killdeer