lιттle gυy ιѕ growιng ιn тнere. нe'ѕ вeen ĸιcĸιng aloт laтely, вaвe. ι мιѕѕ yoυ. ι мιѕѕ yoυ ѕo мυcн ιт нυrтѕ. нow мυcн longer do yoυ нave тo ѕтay тнere? we ѕтιll нave тo decιde on a naмe ғor нιм. ι нad мy docтor'ѕ appoιnтмenт тoday. нιѕ нearтвeaт ιѕ norмal, and нe'ѕ ѕo вιg. нow'ѕ ιт goιng over тнere ιn ιraq? pleaѕe ѕтay ѕaғe. ι love yoυ.
ғorever & alwayѕ,
______♥
My fingers ran over the tear stains she had left on the brown paper. _____...I smiled, at the thought of her carrying my child in her womb.
"Commander, ____." One of my soldiers entered my camp.
"Sargent." I stood up.
"The bombs have been cleared out. Your shift is almost over. 2 weeks, then I'll depart you home." He announced.
"Thank you, sargent." I waved, and he left.
Pulling out a pen from my bag, I began to write back to _____.
______,
I'm doing fine. Don't worry about me. I miss you too. How are you? Is Demi taking care of you? Good news, 2 weeks. 2 weeks and we can be together. See you then.
-_____.
Ps; i love you too(;
I licked the envolope, and shoved it back into my bag. Walking outside, the camp seemed busy. Everyone was either working on settting away the cannons or taking their afternoon breaks. I glanced down at my watch; four thirty pm.
"Commander, _____." _____ smiled, setting down her bags. "I'm departing, tommorow."
"Well, it was good having you on the team, ____." I smirked, shaking her hand.
"How's ______ doing?" She asked, smiling.
The sun beamed down on my face, there was barely a cloud in sight. The sand dumes built up, and the gusty, hot winds swerved it around. Damn, Iraq.
"She's doing fine." I replied, shielding my eyes from the sun.
"That's good. So I'll see you when we get back to New York?" She giggled.
"Will do." I smiled, and _____ walked back into her cabin.
I searched for _____, an old pal of mine, who just happend to have been in this war too. It's been 8 tortures months away from ______. But I was serving my country, and I'm proud.
"Man, does this feel like the longest 8 months or what?" _____ chuckled from behind me.
"Huh." I spat. "What were you doing in my cabin?"
"Nothing in particular. Just looking through your panties." He joked, punching me playfully.
"Man, sometimes I question your sexuality." I chuckled.
"Have you been writing to _____?" ______ questioned.
"Yeah, why?" I suspiciously replied.
"Cause your cabin is full of lovey-dovey letters. It's been bombarted!" He threw his hands up in the air.
"Right." Two more weeks of this. Two weeks until _____. Two weeks.
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I really didn't want names... Sorry for rhapping your board =S
Now, I know what your thinking, Kimberly, Are in the the TWLOHA group? No, I just like the concept of the association.
I wrote this during class and my friend, @WonkaEatsPeople knows about TWLOHA but didn't know the abbreviation so she actually said "twoloha" supposedly like "hi" and I proceeded to Lol. So pretty good day so far.
