𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐲 𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐬.

Chapter One: army dreamers.

In a quiet english village in the year 1940, the somber tolling of the church bells resonated through the misty morning air. The entire community had gathered at the small, ivy-covered church, their faces marked by a shared sorrow. The air was thick with the scent of blooming lilacs and roses and rain, a clear contrast to the heaviness of the occasion.

Lorraine clutched a bouquet of pink flowers tightly in her hands, her knuckles white with the pressure.
Her heart ached with every beat as she waited with the other villagers at the aerodrome, the overcast sky casting a grey pall over the scene. The flowers were for her boyfriend, Johnny, coming home from B.F.P.O. But this homecoming was not the joyous reunion she had once imagined.

The drone of an approaching aircraft broke through the silence,and all eyes turned to the sky. The plane touched down gently, rolling to a stop as a group of solemn soldiers in crisp uniforms stepped forward. Four of them, their faces etched with the gravity of their duty,moved to the cargo hold. With practiced precision, they retrieved a flag-draped coffin and carried it with the utmost care.

As the coffin was brought closer, Lorraine's legs felt weak, but she stood firm, supported by the hands of neighbors and friends,but she didn't even acknowledge them.
Tears welled up in her eyes, and she whispered to herself, "oh honey."
The soldiers placed the coffin gently on a platform, and Lorraine stepped forward, placing the pink flowers on the wooden surface.

She remembered the dreams they once had. He had always wanted a guitar.
But there was never enough money for such luxuries.
He should have been a politician, his friends would say, with his quick wit and sharp mind.
But he never had the chance for a proper education.
He should have been a father, caring and loving, but he never even made it to his twenties.

The village priest began to speak, but his words were lost in the swirl of Lorraine's memories. She saw her boyfriend as a little boy, running through the fields, his laughter ringing out like music.
She saw him in his uniform, proud and strong, ready to serve his country.
But now, he lay cold and silent, a casualty of a distant conflict.

"What a waste," Lorraine thought, her heart breaking. Her soldier, who had so many dreams, now reduced to a silent figure in a wooden box. His ego, his bravery, had led him into a battle he just couldn't win.

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So that was the first chapter, the book has three and I will update every 15 min :).
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B.F.P.O = Bristish forces post office