War Torn

Chapter 1

      I ran out to hug my father one last time before he got into a taxi cab that would take him to the airport. He was all dressed up in his Army uniform that had his last name "Peters" on the left side, the word Army on the right, and a patch on his left arm signifying that he was a sergeant. 

      "It'll be OK Samuel, i'll be back before you know it." my father said in an effort to calm me down.

      "Sammy, come on dad's gotta go." called my mother.

      My father knelt down, looked me in the eye and hugged so hard that it seemed to crush my insides. He whispered into my ear;

      "Samuel, I promise you, I'll come home"

      "OK", I replied with some shakiness in my voice due to the fact that I was trying to hold back my crying with no success.

      I walked back to my mother and turned to face my father. My mother placed her hands on both of my shoulders, not saying a word. She was broken but was good at hiding it. Her body language appears calm but I could see that in her eyes, she was broken. My father handed his bag to the taxi driver who placed it in the trunk. Before my dad entered that cab he looked back at my mom and winked. He sat down, shut the door, threw us a quick nod, and drove off tho fight in a war that would later be known as desert storm. Little did I know that that was going to be the last time that I would ever see him, except as an engraved name on a headstone.