Travellin' Soldier

Chapter 2

Over the next few months, I got letter upon letter from Jeremy. They explained the battlefield, the camps and how he was. What he was dealing with. What he was going through when I wasn’t there with him

The letters worried me and I constantly feared for Jeremy’s safety. He worded and described his surroundings in such detail, I often had to grab my piccolo and play many songs to calm my nerves before I continued with the rest of the story. But there was so much blood. So much gore. So much death. Sometimes he told me the glory of their victories, pushing the Germans back to Berlin. Other times he depicted their losses and how they Germans inched their way back to their fortress. It was those letters that worried me the most. After a few months, I got a letter that excited me beyond the point that I had to call in sick from work just to find an excuse to find more time to prepare.

Marissa,

 

How I wish to hold your hand again. To feel your soft skin or perhaps, the delicate sweetness of your lips upon mine. You invade my thoughts and dreams at every turn. Your name rolls off my tongue as if it was my own. No amount of war could make me forget that day on the pier and how your beauty radiated in the glow of the summer sun. How gracious you were. How kind and sweet you were to a soldier whom you had no ties to at all.

 

The noise never stops and even as I write to you now, my dear Marissa. The sounds of guns and cannons cloud my thoughts and make it harder to write. The cries of my fellow soldiers in battle echo from the frontline. Their cries worry me my darling. For what if that was to happen to me? What would happen if I were gone? I may have made a promise but we both know, deep down that my promise may not be kept and for that my dear, I am sorry.

 

But away from the dark and dreariness of war. I realize my beloved Marissa that it has been three whole months since my departure. I wish to see your face again my darling. If all goes well, I may be able to see you again soon. In a few weeks another squad will replace us and I will be able to come to the countryside for a few days.

 

Even though we’re miles apart we still see the same moon. We wish on the same stars. I ache to see you again even though the vast seas separate us and the obligation and duties of battle keep me tied to this baron land of which I want noting to do with, all I want is to feel the embrace of your arms. The safety of knowing you are here for me.

 

So do not despair. For when I am lonely, I look upon the moon and remember whom I am fighting for. When I see the stars, I wish upon them for a safe return. I want you to do the same. Find strength in the moon and the stars as I do until I return.

 

I miss you my Marissa. Write soon.