One.

I don't suppose this could be classed as a story, it's the things I want to tell my brother whilst he's in Afghanistan but I know he wouldn't want to read about my thoughts, feelings and opinions every week. That's what it is. When he comes home I'll show him this, of course, but in the mean time it's a place where I can contain my thoughts without losing them on loose sheets of paper or in a book that can be so easily misplaced. They will vary, in length, in the way they are written and the moods they will portray, but me missing him will be the constant.