October 16th 1943
"Pass my the syrup, will ya?" Asked Jenny, impatiently holding out her arm until Irene gave it to her.
"That's disgusting." I said, after watching her drown her breakfast porridge in golden syrup.
"Aye well it's better then eating it plain, taste's like cardboard and you know it!" Jenny replied, before shoving the gooey mixture into her mouth, ignoring the disgust on mine and Irene's faces.
"Ugh, didn't your mother teach you how to eat without looking like a pig?" Irene asked, scrunching her nose.
Before Jenny could retort, Mrs. William's came in, holding four letters, and threw them down on the table in front of us.
"Hurry up, the boys are waiting." Mrs. William's said, before slamming the door shut.
"Idiot woman -- it's not even our shift!" Jenny grumbled, stabbing her porridge, Irene nodding along sympathetically.
I wasted no time grabbing my letters, putting down my letter from my aunt, I was delighted to see I had a letter from the Colonel, and ripped it open, ignoring the fact that as soon as Jenny had read hers, she burst into tears and ran out of the room.
"Jenny!" Irene quickly ran after her; I felt a bit guilty, but otherwise I paid them no mind.
October 2nd 1943
Dear Miss Adams,
I'm sorry to say that Sgt. James Barnes, along with a hundred something other soldiers, has been MIA for some time now, you are not alone in your grief. No body has been recovered and so the most we can do is presume him dead. No more attempts to bring back these soldiers will be made, we can't afford to risk even more men. I wish I could disclose more information to help you, but alas it is classified. I'm sorry.
Colonel Chester Phillips,
Camp Lehigh
My heart dropped.
Sick. I felt sick.
How I had gotten so attached to someone after a mere few months was beyond me, but nevertheless I had, and now the consequences were mine to deal with. How stupid I had been, there was only one mutually acknowledged rule -- don't get attached to the soldiers; of course I had to go do the opposite.
Dead.
What a terribly cruel word. I stared soullessly at the crisp parchment, reading over the words again.
"MIA" "No body has been recovered" Not dead.
"No more attempts to bring back these soldiers will be made," Anger surged through me, fiery hot, coursing through my veins. How dare they! This is war. People die no matter what, but if you have the chance to prevent that death --
In an instant I jumped up knowing what I had to do.
I just hoped I wouldn't regret it terribly.
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"You're what -- ?"
"I'm going to America, and I'm gonna talk some sense into that bastard man." I said, not caring to meet my friends' incredulous looks.
"Have you gone insane -- ?"
"You'll die --"
Jenny and Irene didn't understand. I suppressed a grimace at my prevision of what Mrs. Williams reaction would be. Oh well, none of that mattered.
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