My Heaven

1944

Before beginning I would like to say that this story happens during ww2 but I will modify the events to fit my story. A girl named Ashley will sing some songs, some of them i have written myself and others i have "stolen". The first two i have written myself and here are some of the other songs i will "steal" for this story: Voila Barbara Pravi, Lacy Olivia Rodrigo. These are not all of the songs but some of them.

The sun hung high in the cloudless sky, its relentless rays turning the dusty training grounds into a shimmering mirage. Sweat trickled down my face, stinging my eyes as I wiped it away with the back of my hand. The grueling drills had ended, leaving us panting and drenched, our uniforms clinging to our bodies. I glanced over at James and Steven, who looked just as exhausted but shared a determined spark in their eyes.

"Alright, men, gather 'round!" barked Sergeant Thompson, his voice cutting through the thick, humid air. We formed a loose semicircle around our commander, the sound of boots crunching on gravel mixing with the distant hum of cicadas. My heart still pounded from the exertion, but I stood tall, shoulders back, eyes fixed on Thompson.

"Listen up," Thompson continued, his stern expression softened by a rare hint of camaraderie. "We're moving out of here. This camp's getting too crowded, and they want us in top shape before we head overseas. So, we're moving to a smaller town up north for the rest of our training."

A murmur rippled through the group. I exchanged a glance with Steven, whose brow furrowed in curiosity, while James face broke into a grin.

"What's the catch, Sarge?" James called out, earning a few chuckles from the others.

Thompson's lips twitched into a brief smile. "No catch, James. Just a chance for you boys to get one last look at home before we ship out. We'll be heading out tomorrow morning, so make the most of tonight. Say your goodbyes, pack your bags, and be ready to move at dawn."

The announcement hung in the air, a mix of relief and anxiety settling over us. I felt a surge of emotions—excitement for the new training location, a pang of sorrow for the impending farewells, and an undercurrent of fear about the unknown that lay ahead. I'd grown up in this small town, the fields and forests as familiar to me as my own reflection. Leaving it behind, even temporarily, felt like closing a chapter of my life.

As the group began to disperse, James clapped me on the back. "Looks like we get a bit of a break, huh? Maybe even a night out on the town."

Steven nodded, wiping sweat from his brow. "Yeah, we should do something memorable. Who knows when we'll get another chance?"

I forced a smile, my thoughts already drifting to my family and the places I'd miss. "Yeah, sounds good. Let's make it count."

We headed towards the barracks, our footsteps heavy with the weight of the news. The sun was beginning to dip towards the horizon, casting long shadows over the camp. I knew that tonight would be our last taste of normalcy before the storm of war swept us away. And as I walked beside my friends, I silently vowed to cherish every moment, every laugh, and every familiar sight, holding onto them like lifelines in the uncertain days to come.

The next morning arrived with a soft, predawn glow. I rolled out of my bunk, the air cool against my skin, and quickly dressed in my uniform. Around me, the barracks were alive with the hushed murmurs of sleepy soldiers packing their belongings. James and Steven were already up, their bags packed and ready to go.

"Morning," I said, my voice still rough from sleep.

James gave me a nod, adjusting the strap on his bag. "Morning. Ready for the big move?"

"As ready as I'll ever be," I replied, trying to mask my uncertainty with a grin.

We finished gathering our things and made our way outside, where the trucks were waiting. The sky was painted in shades of orange and pink, the sun just beginning to rise. The cool air felt refreshing, a stark contrast to the stifling heat of the previous day. We loaded our bags onto the trucks and took our places, the engine rumbling beneath us as we settled in for the journey.