War and History Fiction posted May 5, 2012 Chapters:  ...14 15 -16- 17... 

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A war story

A chapter in the book Short stories and poems

Lost love

by dmt1967

The picture stood on the cabinet by her bed. .

He looked so handsome, in his uniform. They had gone for a stroll along the beach. He had told her they had given him his orders today. His platoon was to be shipped out to Japan tomorrow night.

He had spotted this man with a paint brush.

“I wonder if he would paint us,” he had pondered. “Come on let’s ask him.”

Before she could stop him, he ran over to the man.

“Excuse me sir, but my girlfriend and I would like you to paint us.”

The painter glanced at the young soldier, and smiled.

 “Thanks, sir.”

The man took out his pencil, and started to sketch the couple. When he finished, he’d held it out to the two sweethearts. They both looked at it. The man had captured them both perfectly.

The young man went to pay the painter, but the painter shook his head.

“I don’t want payment. Just come back safely, young man,” was all he said.

The young couple thanked him.

He walked her home and kissed her goodnight. He turned to leave, but she pulled him back.

"My parents, they’re not at home," she said shyly.

"Are you sure?" he asked quietly. "We don't have to,"

She nodded. This was it; they might never get another chance. She wanted to lose her virginity to him, he was the one.

She opened the door, and he carried her in. he kicked the door shut after them. He carried her upstairs, and laid her on the bed in her room. They undressed each other, and got into bed side by side. He started to kiss her. At first he was gentle, but soon his kisses turned to passion. The girl responded, she wanted him as much as he wanted her.

She never felt so good. They held each other, tight, like there was no tomorrow. Each in the knowledge, that there might not be- well not for them. This was all they had left to keep them warm at night.

Eventually he rolled off her, and smiled. She smiled back sadly.
"Don’t be sad honey. "He cupped her head in his hands,  "I'll be back before you know it"
Two months later, the girl found out she was pregnant. It was a painful birth. There were complications, but in the end the baby was healthy. It was a boy. She named him Albert, after his father. He had his dad’s eyes, and smile. Each night she would look up at the sky, and know the man she loved was out there- somewhere. The girl hoped he would be home soon. A boy needed his father.  

She got the telegram three months later after her little boy was born. Her childhood sweetheart, and the father to her child, had died while out on patrol by a sniper.
That night, she cuddled her little boy, and cried for her soul mate. He had died before she had a chance to tell him he was a father.
She was brought back by a noise, she looked up, and her son was by the door.

"Come on mum, it's time to go," he said quietly.

"Give me a minute honey," she said sadly. "I'm just saying goodbye".

He smiled, nodded and then left, shutting the door behind him.

She smiled as he left, he looks like his dad with every passing day, she thought.
She picked up the picture of the only man she had ever loved, opened the door, and took one last glance round the room. She closed it forever on all the ghosts and memories that lived there.  

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