The Love of a Traveling Soldier By Alana Montgomery
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Three months went buy without hearing a thing from John. I am really starting to worry. The last time he wrote, he did say that he won't be able to write for a while, but this kind of long. I pray to god that nothing happened to him and that he will return to me in one piece like he promised. Today is Friday, tonight is the first game of my high school's football season. I have to start getting ready for the game since I'm in the marching band.
That night at the football game, the anouncer said, "Everyone Please stand for the Lord's Prayer and the pledge". We stood and said the Lord's Prayer and then we sat. The anouncer said, "Everyone stand and bow your heads as I read a list of the local Vietnam dead and missing in action". We all stood and bowed are heads hoping that none of our loved ones would be called.
"Aimes, Corey-Dead Gonzales, Gustavo-Dead Henderson, Mark-Missing in action Masden, Rick-Dead Peterman, James-Dead Webber, John-Missing in Action"
I let out a gutteral cry as they called his name. I threw down my piccolo and ran under the stands and cried. I couldn't understand why no one seemed to care. When they called the other names a bunch of people reacted, but when his was called, they all fell silent. The band director found me under the bleachers and yelled, "What the hell are you doing here! We have a game out there! If you don't get out there by the count of five, you are no longer part of the band." I got out and picked up my piccolo and handed it to him and said, "You can take this and sit on it! I quit!" I ran to my car and my sister followed behind me and we both got in.
"He's gone", I said.
"They don't know for sure", she said.
"He's as good as dead!", I screamed. Suddenly I felt her hand slap across my face.
"God damn it! Stop being so melodramatic! Your soldier will come home, just like he promised!", she yelled. We were silent for the rest of the ride home.
I hope you like this installement. Stay tuned for the next installment. Will his soldier come home? Only time will tell. If you have any comments or questions, email me at alana_montgomery@email.com