Years ago, the telegram was delivered on the 8th of June. When it was delivered fear gripped my heart. I knew before reading it that Joe was gone. I did not want to believe. Not my Joe. We were to be married when he returned and start our new life. My dream was gone. My heart is still broken. I will never forget.
All he ever wanted was to be soldier. All he ever wanted was to defend and insure the dream. He died making the dream a reality. Now we live in peace as he rests. Because of his ultimate sacrifice we honor and remember him and countless others like him especially today. He gave his life for our safety. For that, we remember and honor those who gave so much. Today I remember, and even though my heart breaks, I give thanks for the freedom and the ultimate sacrifice he made to keep me safe.
This is my response to Trifecta’s weekly prompt 103 , which was to write a piece between 33 and 333 words using the following word/definition:
Remember (verb): 3 a : to keep in mind for attention or consideration <remembers friends at Christmas>; b : REWARD <was remembered in the will>
This is a fictional story.
This is a fictional story.
