The Bunker

Greenville

The city of Greenville is a lively town, and full of personality. Greenville is a place where nothing happens, and everyone seems to be happy; and that is where I come in. My name is Patrick Coleson. Recently I was promoted to a professional journalist at The Daily Green. I quite like it there, as there are many people I enjoy being with, but this one man stands out to me the most. Fritz. Fritz is my partner in writing papers, and he has the most amazing imagination and creative touch on things. Fritz was a good man. Our real story began on the 26th of June. On that day, I was walking to The Dailey Green as I live close to it, it is a small town after all. As I walked to the Green, I remember seeing the kids on the swing at the park. Seeing them bobbing up and down, just to have other kids replace them soon after. I had written a story on them once as nothing special was going on at the time.

As I was walking, I stopped by Lou's diner. The diner itself was nothing special, yet there was this beautiful woman always working. Kathy is her name, and she was as beautiful as stars and rainbows. I was running slightly late at the time, so I could not get something to drink, yet I still stopped and waited for Kathy to see me. When she had seen me, I waved and continued walking to work. Gosh she was beautiful. I simply cannot describe her beauty in words, instead I use terms like "stars and rainbows" because it does not make sense. Stars and rainbows? Those two things have never been seen at the same time so that is why it doesn't make sense. I kept walking after. I kept my head held high as I walked. I went into The Daily Green ready to work, when suddenly I was caught off guard from my manager, Snyder.

"Patrick, wait." He said.

"How can I help you, Snyder?" I asked, "But make it quick, Fritz and I have got quite a lot of work to do. This war has us running around like madmen because nobody else seems to have time to."

As Snyder talked to me, I could tell there was something wrong. He always had a smile on his face... but not today. Why? Well, here's the kicker.

"I knew that's where you were going, and that is what I needed to talk to you about. Fritz is not here."

"Is it his heart?" I asked, "He has had heart problems for quite awhile, don't tell me this is1 because of that."

"No it is not." Snyder said, "He was drafted for the war."

I went pale at that moment. I had lost my best friend to a draft. This couldn't be true I thought. "That's not possible." I said, "The draft has not made it out here yet, the East Coast still has yet to be drafted."

"It is sad but it is true. He had sent us a letter saying he was drafted yesterday, and this is the soonest we could inform you Patrick. Hey man, take the day off will ya? You will need it."

"Thanks Snyder. I'll.. I'll be lost without him."

"I am truly sorry Patrick. He was a good man." He said to me as I walked away, and out the door.

Devistated I went home. How could this happen, I asked myself. For all my career I have written stories alongside Fritz, and now he's gone. Gone. This war had taken a beating on the United States, and I had just felt that beating. That cold, hard beating. It's not fair, I said to myself. This war had taken a lot from me already, yet it was about to take even more. I walked home, picked up my mail, and went into my bed. A thousand thoughts were rushing through my head at the time, but I had decided to try and relax. I eventually decided to fix myself some lunch, a turkey sandwich with rye bread, to help clear my mind. As I sat down, I read the paper. I nearly broke down when I saw my story I had written with Fritz yesterday covering the war. I asked myself if this was the final story with him that I would write? If this was it? I had decided that was a terrible thing to think about, as I was certain I would see him again.

Then I had gotten this weird chill down my spine, I was sure it was the thought of losing Fritz and not seeing him again, yet I was drawn to my letters I had recieved. The typical bill and college asking me to visit, even though I never wanted to go to a college. I was twenty two at the time, and had no problems with my life. So I went over to the letters and looked at them. My lighting bill had gone up two dollars, yet there was this oddly beaten up letter at the bottom. I had shuffled through the letters and what I saw on the letter sent me into shock. The word I had never wanted to see in my life.

Draft.