Status: A short story from a young woman's p.o.v.
USS. Hamilton
USS. Hamilton
It was before the dawn when I rose, Richard was arriving home for the first time since deploying. It's
been an eternity since seeing my dear and I wished to look my best the day he arrived home. I put on
my best white dress and tied up my hair with a white ribbon. Everything was perfect today, the weather
was bright, and the sweet piping of the birds gave me the happiest of thoughts that entertained my
imagination. I took my handbag off the coat rack that stood aside the front door, and as I walked out I
glanced at the beautiful wedding portrait of Richard and I. He looked so handsome and my mother's dress
was as lovely as it is on me. Starting to feel the years go back and my emotions water over, my eyes
blurred with glossy tears.
Walking down the street that lie only a block away from the port, I passed the recruitment station,
where Richard enlisted, and only two month later they gave him a telegraph of acceptance, then a week
after training they sent my dear Richard to fight in Germany. I remember the letters he wrote, they were
of his mission, and how much he missed me and my cooking. The letter I remember most was that of
what he saw of the Nazi imprisonment camp. He saw naked bodies of emaciated Jewish women and
children, and there was nothing he could do about it at that time, until the final raid had been carried
out by the Airmen, and that ended the mission. About a month ago his letters stopped coming, then a
week ago I received a telegraph that said "Due to the successful Operation, all infantry service members
will be returning, however all mail out posting will be cut off, thank you" So I'm expecting to see him
march in ranks, and I'll be the woman to greet him and be by his side"
When I arrived, there was a big crowd of women, children, older men and women, all waiting for the
same thing, "Our heroes". The USS Hamilton sounded a loud horn, and let down its ramp. Unloading the
long awaited passengers. What we've all been anticipating for was the opening of the hatched that kept
our men from us. The crowd watched in silence as policemen who held back the crowd watched in
silence as well. The door was a heavy steel and when turned it shrieked like a banshee. An ominous air
let out, and I saw among the infantry men who's faced were drained from the sight of war, was the
uniform of my ghostly husband, who's cheek bones stuck out, and eyes sunk in. The battalion
commander sounded a marching cadence, and I thought "Even in death our love will go on". So I
marched alongside my love as he grasp my side and swung in rhythm holding the butt of his gun.
been an eternity since seeing my dear and I wished to look my best the day he arrived home. I put on
my best white dress and tied up my hair with a white ribbon. Everything was perfect today, the weather
was bright, and the sweet piping of the birds gave me the happiest of thoughts that entertained my
imagination. I took my handbag off the coat rack that stood aside the front door, and as I walked out I
glanced at the beautiful wedding portrait of Richard and I. He looked so handsome and my mother's dress
was as lovely as it is on me. Starting to feel the years go back and my emotions water over, my eyes
blurred with glossy tears.
Walking down the street that lie only a block away from the port, I passed the recruitment station,
where Richard enlisted, and only two month later they gave him a telegraph of acceptance, then a week
after training they sent my dear Richard to fight in Germany. I remember the letters he wrote, they were
of his mission, and how much he missed me and my cooking. The letter I remember most was that of
what he saw of the Nazi imprisonment camp. He saw naked bodies of emaciated Jewish women and
children, and there was nothing he could do about it at that time, until the final raid had been carried
out by the Airmen, and that ended the mission. About a month ago his letters stopped coming, then a
week ago I received a telegraph that said "Due to the successful Operation, all infantry service members
will be returning, however all mail out posting will be cut off, thank you" So I'm expecting to see him
march in ranks, and I'll be the woman to greet him and be by his side"
When I arrived, there was a big crowd of women, children, older men and women, all waiting for the
same thing, "Our heroes". The USS Hamilton sounded a loud horn, and let down its ramp. Unloading the
long awaited passengers. What we've all been anticipating for was the opening of the hatched that kept
our men from us. The crowd watched in silence as policemen who held back the crowd watched in
silence as well. The door was a heavy steel and when turned it shrieked like a banshee. An ominous air
let out, and I saw among the infantry men who's faced were drained from the sight of war, was the
uniform of my ghostly husband, who's cheek bones stuck out, and eyes sunk in. The battalion
commander sounded a marching cadence, and I thought "Even in death our love will go on". So I
marched alongside my love as he grasp my side and swung in rhythm holding the butt of his gun.