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'and the walls came crashing down..........'

A knock at the door, who can it be? Probably Sarah coming for tea. She usually calls on her way back from work to share some time with me. A look in the mirror, I 'tut' at my face: Why do people always call when there's junk around the place? I open the door - a man is standing there. I wish I'd worn some make up I wish I'd done my hair. It's then I spot the uniform: the buttons made of brass; the stripes that grace the khaki sleeves; the boots that crunch amongst the leaves. I question with my eyes? It comes as no surprise to hear him ask can he come in, and would I like to sit?' He has some rather grievous news - - I dread to hear it. I know what he is going to say. It's all a dream. Please go away. I'm not in to truth today I scream inside my head...... I know what he just said to me, but I didn't hear a word. His lips spoke out in silence, and me, I never heard. He's 'so sorry'. He gets up to go and heads towards the door. I try to rise to follow him but my legs will move no more; for they have turned to jelly and my head is going to burst. It's funny, when you're a soldier's wife, you always fear the worst, But it's only when you hear the knock, the knock upon the door, and see the face you've never seen: the shining boots, the uniform; the mouth that speaks the silent words the apologies and platitudes; 'killed in action in the war" The widow thoughts ring clear.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2008

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Date: 12/1/2014 9:38:00 AM
I had a fantastic read. I will really love to read more of your work....
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Date: 11/30/2013 11:44:00 AM
A heart tugging piece that left bare the unacceptable emotional consequence of conflict.. well written
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Date: 7/13/2008 4:59:00 AM
Being 30 years military, this one hits home pretty hard. I pray for our troops each day. One person's loss in a war is one person too many. God Bless. Vince
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