I'm coming home HS
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Last published Fri, Jan 2, 2015
He was drafted into the war. Life was so perfect but that day ruined everything. We had everything planned out. We were going to be married and living in the average dream house of the white fence with children running around. Growing old together was a plan that we were looking forward to. The day I got the drafting notice, the life me and Harry made for each other was in ruins. The peacefullness of our home ruined by the possible pain of loosing him. I was alone and I didn`t have anyone. He was at war and I prayed everynight that he came home to me.
"Darcy, I promise I`m coming home." He promised. I just hope he can keep the promise.
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