The gravestones stood silently, row upon row of soldiers long forgotten. Lifeless lumps of grey stone with bodies of loved ones located underneath. They say that the afterlife will welcome you with open arms but what if you had to spend that afterlife here. In a box 6 feet below the ground, hearing family and friends mourn over your absence day after day, week after week.
She made her way to the one headstone that meant something to her, the headstone that read, Aaron Carlson...A son, A soldier and...A husband. Her eyes could barely hold back the tears finally threatening to form like soft patters of rain falling over a stormy sea, as she stared at the pathetic lump of grey, her husband, a man who had fought and died in WW3 was now buried underground with no friends to keep him company. How did it end this way, how was she so very unlucky to lose the one person who viewed her as human even on the days she didn't feel like she was, how did she lose the one singular person who saw her, not as a lady with attitude but as a lady who knew her place and that her place was not to be stood behind a man but to be the person in the mans spot. She knew what she wanted, and she knew that she wanted him there every step she took. They were going to have a family! She wanted a small girl that she could teach to love herself while still expressing herself, He wanted a boy that he could teach to fight and play AFL. The life they had planned was one of pure beauty, but her world and that life fell apart as she got the letter, the note that brought her to her knees, the note that read
Dear Mrs Carlson,
I regret to inform you that Sarg. Aaron Carlson was caught in gunfire. He fought bravely and we are proud to call him our Sergeant. He spent three day in the infirmary, a real fighter he was...unfortunately he did not make it. He left us at 2.17am on the 23rd of January 2042, we shall ship his body over and organise the funeral,
Our regards,
The US military.
The day she received that note was the very worst of her life, she was no longer the women with big aspirations and fight in her eyes. She was the women who could barely stand, the women who could barely get out of bed in the morning or stomach a full meal. She was empty, she was missing her other half and she knew that she would never get it back.
"This country has not seen and probably will never know the true level of sacrifice of our veterans". As a civilian, I owe an unpayable debt to all our military. Going forward let's not send our servicemen and women off to war or conflict zones unless it is overwhelmingly justifiable and on moral high ground."- Thomas M Smith
"Never give in, never give in, never, never, never, never—in nothing, great or small, large or petty—never give in except to convictions of honor and good sense." – Winston Churchill
"The brave die never, though they sleep in dust: Their courage nerves a thousand living men." — Minot J. Savage
Sorry its so short, i ran out of ideas. but i hope you enjoy these quotes!
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