The Military School (En)

One last time

The vacations had been rather quiet for Carina. She had been working, sending letters to Maya every few days depending on what she had to tell her, and sometimes even sending pictures. They had quickly decided to number the envelopes, they might receive several at the same time.

She still didn't know what part of the world Maya was in. According to the letters she received Maya had gone to a really hostile country but she didn't know how hostile.

For Maya it was complicated, she was a woman, in a country that was hostile to women, to Americans, and to many people in general.

The letters she received from Carina were her lifeline, her escape. And even then, she stayed mainly at the base or only went on reconnaissance missions. But these missions were sometimes attacked.

She couldn't tell Carina where she was, but she could write her. Write her how she felt, tell her that she missed her. She had to restrain herself from reading all the letters at once. Mail delivery was not a daily occurrence. Sometimes the urge was stronger than she was and she would just read the letters over and over, until she knew them by heart. Until she imagined Carina writing them. Or just imagining Carina living the moments described.

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Letter n°11

Bambina,

Today is your 19th birthday. First of all I would like to wish you a happy birthday. I can't believe it's been two years since I've been here to wish you. You can't imagine the immense pain I feel at this moment. But hey, this moment is not for me. It belongs to you. You won't receive my letter until probably two weeks from now. But I want you to know that I have been thinking about you a lot. I ordered lasagna in a small restaurant in Bologna and had Tiramisu. It was good but not as good as eating it off your body. It was the best first date of my life. I grant you I don't have much to compare it to but I don't need to, it was perfect. I ended up with a gorgeous blonde in my arms, lying on top of me half naked. One of the best moments of my life. And one of the most frustrating. Ms. Bishop, you sure know how to make your fans pine. If you knew how much I love you. Try to imagine the gift I could have given you in this moment... Think back to last year... At midnight... Well I won't say too much, I know the mail is read.
Let your imagination live.

Ti amo

Carina

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This letter had put a huge smile on Maya's face for the whole day. She had received it ten days after her birthday, but it didn't matter because with this letter she had established that this day would be her day and nothing would spoil it.

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Letter n° 16

Bambina,

Today was the first day of school, for your information we are on September 3rd. As I wrote you in my last letter, my roommate is pretty cool. Her name is Addison. She is an American who came to study in Italy. See I told you, I might as well come to the United States next fall. I miss you so much. One month already. The university is pretty fancy. Luckily I left earlier this morning, I got lost, it's so big here. Bologna is not bad, I'll have to take you there. Every evening we call each other with Andrea. I love him, but I would trade three calls with him for five minutes with you. I miss your voice, I miss your face. I miss your hands... I'll stop here or I'll go crazy.

Ti amo a te per sempre

Carina

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Every two or three days they wrote to each other, sometimes more, if they needed to.

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Letter n° 18

Amore-mio,

Everything is so different from what I expected. I am alone. I'm not with any of the people I used to be with. I don't have Mason. I only get your letters a week and a half to every two weeks. I only dream of hearing your voice. There are Italians here, whenever I hear them I can't help but think that you're coming up behind me. At night I see you, it's my favorite time of day. Every night that passes is a new day and every new day brings me closer to your arms. It's been a month and a half since we left each other on that tarmac. If you knew how much I wanted to, turn around, run, run into your arms. Everything seems so long. Sometimes the bombs go off, I hear them from the base. And then I close my eyes and imagine myself in my favorite place in the world, in your arms. In your arms the first night we spent together with my hand under your breast. In your arms after our first date when I was almost naked. In your arms the first time we made love.