The shadow war leaves behind

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Memoir  |  House: Booksie Classic
The war in Iraq has left a hole in a lot of people that nothing will ever fill. So this is going out to All the soldiers, nurses, engineers out there still fighting.

Submitted: January 12, 2009

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We live life so light heartedly not caring about what we say or do. I never thought about this until several days ago. It was his birthday, and like usual he wasn’t home to celebrate it, it was me and his mom and his little sister. It has been like this for three years now. I guess apart of all of us believed that he was dead and maybe apart of us hoped it, it was too much pain to bear , too much waiting. As a family I was excepted at his house, they thought that when he came home we would marry because any girl friend would wait three years for a guy would not just give up. His sister worried about him and her father who was out their fighting by my boyfriends side, her brothers side. We missed him, by god we did. Like the usual we prayed all three of us. Then it came the moment we most dreaded but I guessed we expected it sooner or later. I lost all my family by war. Four brothers , a father, and two grand fathers and my mom. She didn’t die by a bullet but by depression and the heaping loss. I got everything. I sold everything. I opened the door to the man in uniform, he had the sorry smile they always wear. He looked down to his hand. I held back a gasp, two letters not one. The poor family they lost both men in one war, both men in one day.
I never expected to go to the W.D.C cemetery sector 61 for the men who fought in Afghanistan and Iraq, again. But I did, I didn’t want to, No that was the last thing I wanted to do. Some of the present military there know me as ‘Kelly Dove’ but some know me as ‘little Kel ‘because when my brothers talked about me that’s what they called me. All but one that is he was my twin, he too left me forever. The identical grave stones in a sparkling white in such neat rows u would think that they were there for decoration. I walked ahead of his family, no not because I was embarrassed but because I didn’t want them to see the tears in my eyes, tears of fury loss and disappointment. No man has stuck around for me. Some people gave me nods of reorganization, as I rushed past. Dropped the rose I held by his casket and walked on further. I didn’t know where they buried them, but I walked until I heard someone running to catch up with me. I stopped it, was an instinct. Victoria Heart she was about ten at the time never the less she had wisdom in her eyes. Her long gypsy black skirt was hitched up in one hand. She wasn’t struggling for breath. Her little features smiled at me.
“ Thanks for waiting” she mumbled shyly I never remembered her to have ever said something she didn’t mean. She was honest True and Little. She didn’t ask where we were going but we walked, past sad people, children, mothers, sitting by the side of the grave stones, putting fresh flowers by the side, laying down laminated pictures, anything that might remind their departed loved one that they would always be there for them. I remember finding my oldest brother, tears came to my eyes as I remembered his last words to me ‘don’t forget me Kel and don’t cry mom will cry enough for all of us.’ Victoria sow me shed two tears, she didn’t say anything but she sat down by my brothers grave and in a slow, soft, velvety voice she began to sing an old song I almost forgot a I knew.
“O come, all ye faithful, Joyful and triumphant, O come ye, O come ye to Bethlehem; Come and behold him, Born the King of angels; O come, let us adore him, O come, let us adore him, O Come, let us adore him, Christ the Lord.” After the first verse I was on my knees tears I had never shed streaming down my face. I looked to my right where Victoria was sitting she had stopped singing but was humming the song instead. She picked a small daisy out of her long chestnut brown hair and laid it next to the stone. She looked at me her big brown eyes twinkled just then I realized how much she looked like her brother , How much pain someone so little can hide. I leaned closer to her and slowly whispered, “ If you keep holding all your pain in it might cause u more pain than you can imagine.” She looked up to meet my gaze her soft sweet humming stopped. “ If what I hold may hurt, what you hold might kill you” she said softly. I looked down at the green grass we sat on. I removed a picture of my self from the passport photo packet in my bag, and on it I wrote ‘my pain might kill me someday, but how is that bad if I get to be with you. I will miss you forever because how am I a little sis without my big brother.’
My loss is nothing compared to hers, Victoria Dove her name soon became after her mothers death from a drunk driver I had the opportunity to adopt her. She was and all ways will be an angel in disguise. She too held a secret a second brother who went missing four years earlier that was why, her mom was so afraid to let her second son go. But one day maybe when shes older she would tell her story, a story of pain and loss, one to grip the heart. Maybe it would be this little girl who would help the world replace the sunlight where the war made it a constant shadow. Her little face would always show expression, weather happy or sad but there would always be a shadow war leaves behind.


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