Last Train Ride Home

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: War and Military  |  House: Booksie Classic

A young girl tells of her father who died in WW 2 and how the funeral Not the best summary give the story a try

Last Train Ride Home
I stare blankly at the letters my daddy has sent me. After two years of him away fighting I’ll see him. I remember all those times we met at the train station how I always would run to him. Daddy laughing picking me up and swinging me around mama would run all three of us would collapse on the floor laughing and crying. Mom always had a welcome home from Germany party. Not this time I’ll see daddy but he won’t see me
Mama says that daddy was killed in a German bombing. Today were gonna go see daddy one more time. Mama says when we see him it will look like he’s sleeping she says he’s gonna be sleeping in a box made of oak. Grandma and grandpa have flown from New York to Chiacgo to see him. We arrive at the place. There are a lot of people I don’t know crying by daddy. They see mama and me walk up and say how sorry they are. Say how daddy was to young and to good of a man to go. I ask mama why he went when all these people are saying he shouldn’t have she’s crying hard now she says that God needed him and that it was his time. I feel my eyes watering again why did God have to take my daddy why me. Me and mama walk up to where daddy lays I feel mama start shaking I say in a small whisper knowing in my heart he won’t answer but I’ve got to try.
“Daddy wake up daddy please” Mama starts crying real loud and just hugs me Aunt Lucinda comes and hails mama off the ground takes her hand and walks to the pew where we are supposed to be. The ceremony is real pretty they have all of daddy’s favorite music. We walk to where daddy’s gonna be buried lots of people bring flowers me and mama brought daddy’s favorite flower poppies. Daddy’s tombstone says daddy’s name Alexander Smith and it says father, brother, wonderful husband and brave soldier died for your freedom. I see daddy being lowered into the big hole.
“Mama won’t daddy be afraid of the dark.” I whisper to mama she half smiles and whispers back.
“He won’t be sweetie your daddy’s gone to heaven where it’s real sunny this is just his body not his soul.” I shake my head not knowing really what she means but I’m sure when I’m older I’ll understand. Mama and me walk up and drop our flowers we say are finally goodbyes. Daddy isn’t coming home on the train anymore. Instead he took the train to Heaven where he waits for us. We no longer wait at the train station for him. No know he’s waiting for us in Heavens Train stop waiting for us to be a family again.


Submitted: May 04, 2011

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Shellie Burg

What a sad, sad story.

Wed, May 4th, 2011 1:59pm

abstrusenessx

The part:"wake up daddy,wake up" really got to me. this is a really amazing story.
and the last part was just beyond amazing.

Sat, May 7th, 2011 2:28am

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Thanks I was really bored during history and we were talking about WW2. You gots to love random insperation.

Sun, May 8th, 2011 6:39pm

rayna67

thanks kim, i cried because of this. i hope you're happy with that!!!

Mon, May 16th, 2011 4:38pm

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Yeah I hope you had a tissue handy I am very happy with you crying it means my sad story was sad LOVE YOU

Mon, May 16th, 2011 10:02am

Alyssa Autopsy

This is depressing and meaningful, and slightly uncomfortable for me to read as my family is German and Military. However, that doesn't mean that I don't like it.

The only issue I really see is in your grammar and punctuation. If I may show?

"Daddy laughing and picking me up and swinging me around mama would run all three of us would collapse on the floor laughing and crying."

This is a nice visual, but you don't give breaks to breathe.

"Daddy laughing, picking me up and swinging me around; Mama would run; all three of us would collapse on the floor, laughing and crying."

Do you see the difference in flow?




If you find the time, I would love if you could look over my novel. The chapters are short, and it's not yet done, so input is supremely important to me.

Good luck, and keep on writing!

Sat, May 21st, 2011 4:14am

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Yeah I know and I am german too. I had family migrate over to America during WW2 thanks for the comment I appriciate it.

Sat, May 21st, 2011 5:08pm

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