the illusion of Truth

you've been lied to!!!

Honestly I don't give two shits and a fuck about this fucking story. Its for English and sucks dick cuz I have to be rated PG. Ugh. Man this is bullshit. Well without whoopdyfuckingdoo the next chapter

Journal 5704 (June 14, 1971)

John got home yesterday. I've yet to tell him the news Frank showed me. All the time my husband spent over seas, away from me, believing he was protecting his country.... It was unnecessary. The news article said that a man named Daniel Ellsberge released government documents called the Pentagon papers. They stated that our own government lied to us and started this war themselves. My husband lost friends, his brother... I lost three cousin's. Many people lost others. I must tell him.

Etta Faye Jameson.

She closed her journal just as her husband walked into the room. His robe barely passed his knees, his sweats made a odd sound as they dragged along the hardwood floors, trapped under the heel of his crochet slippers-onces that Etta Faye made him two birthdays ago. He yawned sleepily and sipped a cup of black coffee. Now you dear reader can't see this but he had half a lump of sugar in that coffee. He sat another cup on the desk next to his wife.

"Morning dear."

"Morning John." She stood up and they shared a loving good morning kiss.

Mrs. Jameson took her cup and walked with her husband over to their couch. They sat and drank their mud in slient uneasyness. Her because, how do you tell one that they lost so much for reasons not pure? Him because he knew his wife well enough to know that she was uneasy. He just couldn't figure out why.

"Honey?" She looked at him, startled out of her deep thoughts.

"Yes, dear?" He put his arm on hers.

"Is something wrong?"

"No. Nothing." She looked at her mug, signed and put it down. "Well yes actually."

He went to speak but was stopped when Faye handed him the same magazine that dear old Frank gave her.

He read each line one at a time. His eyes rolling off one line to another. As he got deeper into the article, his fingers clinching the paper hard; nearly ripping the paper. His hands shook much like Faye's the first time she read it. His jaw seemed cemented together.

Faye watched John as he read. She bit her lip as she tried to keep a straight face and brace herself for his reaction.

He finished and looked up at her. They stared at each other. Finally his jaw unstuck and he spoke in a defeated whisper.

"You mean...I missed...So much time with you....For no good reason?"

He sat like a stone; his jaw refreezing itself. Slient tears feel off his face as he stared at his wife with the most heartbreaking regret.

She hugged him, not knowing what to say. And they cried together.