The daughter of a soldier

Kiwi fruit and white dresses

"Yes!" Amelia says. The whole parade cheers, roaring and yelling and clapping in congratulations. Amelia moves down onto the parade ground and Wolfe puts the ring onto her left hand, as her right was still paralysed. As they kissed the parade erupted once more. Eventually, Amelia moved back onto the dais and Wolfe returned to his position on the parade ground. Both were smiling like crazy.

Wolfe was being deployed to New Zealand to assist the kiwi forces in repelling the Terrorist invasion. Suicide bombings occurred all over the country, and mass killings started. People began to flee the country for safety. Because of Wolfes new deployment, Amelia and Wolfe got married quickly in a small military service. Their honeymoon was short, but Wolfe promised a longer one when he returned.

Amelia had cried when he left, struck by all the common fears. Will he return, will he be hurt and so on. Amelia's tears didn't last long, as she was notified that she was being promoted to Group Captain, not wing commander, as an opening had come up and Amelia was the best fit for the job. She would still be in command of 1RTU, but was also responsible for public relations works. 'Great' Amelia thought. '.They put an injured officer with a paralysed arm in charge of public relations. Good image for the Air Force that is.' Amelia however began her new job without complaint.

The months ticked by, with very little to no news being released about the conflict in New Zealand. Amelia wasn't worried that she hadn't heard from Wolfe, but deep down she knew it meant he was in trouble or on the front lines somewhere.

New Zealand 2 months ago.

Lieutenant Colonel Wolfe gave the order to advance. He knew it was most likely the order of suicide, but nonetheless he gave it. Their enemy was well dug in and well armed, whereas his men had been on the move for three days. The Colonel pulled out a photo he had of Amelia and kissed it before returning it to his pocket, then standing up and advancing behind his soldiers. Within seconds things went crazy. Machine gun nests exploded with fire, mowing down the advancing soldiers, wounding most of them. In the distance Wolfe heard mortars firing, and seconds later their explosions as they hit their targets. But Wolfes men kept advancing. Wolfe looked up and fired on an enemy sniper, taking him out. He looked across the street and saw one of his men waving for help and ran over to him. His leg had been blown off by one of the mortar shells. Medics arrived shortly after the Colonel. The Colonel stood up and looked forward and it was as if time stood still for a moment. He saw the three bullets flying towards him but couldn't react. They impacted the Colonel, two through the shoulder and one grazed his head. He didn't feel the fall to the ground, or the blood running down his face. Soldiers came from everywhere and fought hard to get to him before it was too late.

Australia 2 months later

Amelia's arm slowly healed, and she was now able to move it and feel pain through it, which was a good sign. Amelia was at the base hospital, sitting on the examination table, shirtless, whilst the doctor looked over her arm and other wounds. The doctor worked away, Amelia sitting there thinking. The doctor says to Amelia quietly,
"He's coming home."
Amelia sits bolt upright, and looks at the doctor. "What?" She says, panic rising in her voice.
"He was wounded very badly. He returns home tomorrow to recover."
"What injuries did he sustain!?" Amelia asks worried.
"Don't panic, but he was shot twice in the shoulder and one grazed his head."
Amelia, without hesitating, threw on her shirt and ran out of the room.