Come home

Chapter 1

Baby come home

I stared out the window, waiting for the truck that would never come. It'd been three months since I recieved the letter saying he was MIA, or missing in action, behind enemy borders.

A lone tear rolled down my cheek and made its home on my lip. John had joined the military a few years before we started dating. I looked at the engagement ring still wrapped around my finger, and another tear was shed.

He had been shipped out right before our wedding, but that was almost a year ago. He'd written often enough, then the letters came les and less frequently, until they stopped altogether. That's when I got the letter saying he'd gone MIA. I cried for what seemed like forever that day.

A truck rounded the corner, but it wasn't the right truck. I left the window to wrap myself in an old afghan, and wandered back to the window. Another truck rounded the corner an hour and a half later. It was the right truck! A man climbed from the passenger side and walked up to the door. I ran to the door and flung it open, expecting John.

"Ms. Evers?" The man asked. It was not John.
"Yes, I am she. What can I help you with?"
" I am Mr. Miles Road. I work for the military."
My heart stopped, and time seemed to stand still. Mr. Road continued on, not noticing my reaction.
"We have word that your fiancée, John Myers, was found. He was in a POW holding camp of some sort. We tried to save him, but he was too sick and injured. I'm sorry. He had this in his bag. It's for you."

With that, he handed me a crumpled up letter and a photo. I automatically took it from him, my body working as my mind tried to make sense of it all. John, my love, was dead. Mr. Road walked back to the truck and climbed in. It sped off down the road. I unfolded the letter and began to read.

My dearest Evelyn,
If you are reading this, it means I am no longer with you. I am so sorry I broke my promise to come home. I love you so, so much. I wish I had made it home, if only to see your smiling face and hear your laughter once more. I leave Caesar to you. I know you didn't like big dogs, but please take care of him. I am so sorry. I love you. - John

The tears flowed freely now. Some hit the page and blurred the ink. I looked at the photo that came with the letter. It was of John, his first day at camp after he shipped out. I cried even harder now, and fell to my knees. I cried for what seemed like hours before I finally crawled into bed, and there I cried myself to sleep.


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