I dotted the letter with I love you at the end kissed it before sealing it up with my heart.
"Going to the post office Sarah?" my mother asked.
I looked up at her swiftly. "Yea I gotta mail this letter to Brendon,"
"Alright, can you pick up the dry cleaning while you're at it?"
"Sure mom," I smiled and grabbed my keys by the counter.
I walked out into the sunshine and onto the driveway. Opening the car door I sat inside and put my hand on the steering wheel. The beautiful sapphire engagement ring Brendon had given me five months ago gleamed in the sunlight. Brendon had been at war in the trenches of England.
Driving down the road I turned into the parking lot of the post office. I climbed out and walked to the mailbox. Giving the letter one last look, I kissed it before dropping it down into the hollow mailbox.
One Week Latter
"Mail call!" Miky announced. He had a big smile on his face as he handed us each of our mail.
When he reached me he handed me a white envelope with a pink border. My eyes lit up. This must be from Sarah my fiancé back home. I ran my fingers along her writing on the front of the envelope just as Frank approached me.
"Sargent Gerard just informed us that the troops from east are moving. We have to go help the others,"
"Right, I'm coming," I put the letter in my special tin box and shoved it under the cot and gave it one last look.
Putting on my uniform, I strapped on my gun and walked outside.
It was after dinner and we were all back at our tents. I lay on the cot and reached for the tin box underneath. Inside it contained Sarah's letter I wasn't able to read earlier.
Gently opening the box, I took the letter out and held it in my hand. Tearing open the seams at the top, I unfolded the letter and started to read.
I miss you soo much sweetie. I haven't seen you in ages. I know you aren't coming come any sooner. Please be ok. Please come home safe. Everything at home is good.
Ray rushed into the tent. I looked up.
"Brendon the troops are getting close. Enemy lines are getting near base. We have to hurry," a frantic horror ran in his voice.
"Are you sure?" my voice was shaking.
"I was just informed by Sergeant Gerard," just as he said those words, a bomb landed near our tent and exploded.
I got up and frenziedly put on my vest and grabbed my gun. Another bomb landed. This time it was much closer. I grabbed Sarah's letter and shoved it into my pocket before rushing outside.
Ray and I were joined by Frank, Miky, and Sergeant Gerard as we reached the end of our base. I had my gun prepared ready for aim. A shot was fired and enemy lines were coming in. I rose up my gun and more shots were fired. This was an ambush.
"We have to move!" Gerard shouted. "We can't handle this,"
I grabbed my gun and sped forward but the gun shots didn't stop. A green grenade flew in and exploded next to Miky.
"Miky!" I bellowed. I ran next to him. He was squinting and screaming in pain. His is left arm was nowhere to be found. I took my jacket off and wrapped it around his wound. There was no time to look for his lost arm. Hoisting him onto my back, I slung my gun and ran for a safe stop. Another bomb sailed in and it swept me off my feet. I lurched forward and Miky fell off my back. Something matted was felt beneath me and I hadn't time to realize what it was. As much as the pain stung my foot, I crawled to Miky to make sure he was ok. Where were the others? Another bomb clashed in the already broken mess. My vision was clouded as I looked forward before me. Sergeant Gerard and Frank lay there lifelessly. Horror struck me. Were they dead? A whimper rang out of Miky as I turned my head to look at him. Creeping forward I inched my way next to Frank and Gerard; firing shots at enemy lines. I knew it was no use, but I had to anyways.
When I reached Frank and Gerard, tears ran out of my eyes. They were both dead, lying there lifelessly. I jolted and looked, turning my head. Miky still looked like he was breathing. Heaving forward with every ounce of energy; I had to help Miky, keep him from dyeing. Another gunshot soared in. This time it hit my chest. Choking, I spewed forward and blood came out. I held my chest. At this very minute I remembered the letter Sarah sent me. This might be the last chance I had to read it.
Fishing into my pocket, I pulled out the knotted mess of what was Sarah's writing. My eyes were a thin murky line as I read what she said. Bloody fingerprints from my hands stained the letter as gunshots roared above my head. I coughed and chocked as I tried to finish, but as I turned my head to the right, a grenade exploded. I was sent flying until I hit the ground. Sarah's letter landed a few inches before me. All I could make out was I love you in Sarah's writing before I closed my eyes.
Never coming home, never coming home
A week and four days ago, I had mailed the letter to my beloved Brendon. Today I was at the café where I had worked and a football game had just ended on T.V.
"Will that be all Sir?" I held the coffee pot up.
"Thank you miss that will be all," he gave me a smile before taking a sip.
I walked back to the counter and put the coffee pot in its brewer. A special news report flashed out on the T.V.
"Hello, I am Sandy Lews and we have breaking news for you today. There has been an ambush on base 119 in England four days ago. Troop survivors are unknown. News of this has been late because this is the only troop near the area at the time,"
My knees grew week. That was Brendon's base. Survivors are unknown rang in my head. Josie looked at me.
"Is everything ok?" she asked stubbly.
"That was Brendon's base," I replied, my voice struck with horror.
"Oh," she mumbled before giving me a tight hug.
That afternoon after my shift, I drove home in solace and worry. Parking my car in the driveway I got out and walked into the house like a zombie. I opened the door and got inside the kitchen. Standing before my mother, I looked forward.
"What's the matter?" she asked watching me.
I was silent for a very long time.
"Is everything ok?" she asked again.
Tears spud out of my eyes.
"Oh mother," I cried.
"Oh sweetie," she gasped, holding me she led me to a chair. I sat down upon it.
"Brendon's base was ambushed," I could hardly breathe between my fitting tears.
My mother just held my head close as I cried.
"I'm sure everything is going to be ok," she said, wiping the tears off my face.
I nodded my head and looked at her.
"Can I just go to bed?" I asked quietly.
"Of course you can sweetie. If you want to eat, I made soup,"
I just nodded my head before heading to my room.
I had moved in with my mother after Brendon had left for the war. I just couldn't bear to look or live for that matter, in the house Brendon and I had. Without him, it just made me want to cry pitiful tears every day.
Undressing out of my work clothes, I threw it to the side of the room and slipped on my pajamas. Crawling into my bed, I pushed all scornful thoughts out of my head and let sleep consume me.
The next morning, I woke up and brushed my hair before walking downstairs.
"Good morning dear," my mother said. "I made coffee and toast," she looked at me with a smile.
I poured myself a cup of coffee and sat down.
My mother put a dirty dish in the sink before joining me at the table.
She held my hand and the silence spoke all.
Just then the doorbell rang. My mother sprinted over to the door and opened it. I caught on and stood in the door way. No, it can't be, it just can't. A sergeant held a folded flag in a triangle box.
"I am soo sorry. There was an ambush and everyone perished" he said solemnly.
"No," I cried. "NO NO NO NOOOO!" I crumpled to the floor as tears trickled down my eyes.
"It can't be!" I mumbled hitting the floor with my fists.
My mother took the flag from the sergeant and put it on the end table. She crouched down and held me close. I buried my head into her chest and wept loudly.
Brendon was gone and I will never see him again. I still wonder to this day if he had read my letter I sent him. What were his last thoughts about me?
All the smiles that never ever