Drafted

Prologue

I was trying to jam the key in the door while carrying 5 grocery bags- unsuccessfully. I had just returned from a big grocery trip as I planned to cook my girlfriend of 7 years Beryl's favorite food- lamb stew with a dessert of black Forrest cake and some champagne. She'd been working on several paintings for a big show in New York that took place next month, and I had decided I want to surprise her with a little special dinner and planned to propose to her tonight. Ever since I had gotten the silver sapphire ring I had been contemplating how to ask her, carrying it around everywhere and nervously fumbling with it whenever we where together. I had even bought candles and a red rose- she may never admit it, but she loves them. I finally managed to open the door and stumbled in. "Hey I'm home!" I called as I managed to drag the groceries into the kitchen. No reply. "Beryl?" I yelled. Still no reply. I began checking each room lastly going into our bedroom. As I opened the door I saw that for once the bed was neatly made and the clothes were all put away. And something else- a white note sitting in my pillow. I practically sprinted to it and grabbed it in my hands desperately hoping for some good news. Opening the note I saw her handwriting scribbled in a hurried manner reading:

I was drafted.

Nothing else. No signature. No further explanation. Just those three words.