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Danger Line
By allybaby

 


“Mommy when is daddy going to be home?” my little 5 year old daughter Alexis asked me.

“Soon baby, soon” I said to her, I turned and smiled at her after putting the last batch of cookies I made in the oven. “Why don't you go play with your dolls and I'm sure before you know it daddy will be home” I tucked her hair behind her ear. My daughter was a spitting image of her father from the hazel eyes to the dimples. She was going to grow up to be a heartbreaker.

The timer went off and I put on an oven mitt and took the trey of cookies out of the oven and placed them on the oven to cool. I heard the front door open and close, and a shrill of screams and giggles come through the air. I wiped my hands on my apron and then untied it and took it off resting it on the counter, I walked out and there was my gorgeous husband standing in all his army gear with a huge smile on his face, he was twirling our daughter around in circles.

“Hunny don't spin her to much she'll get dizzy” I said smiling at the two of them together.

He looked up at me and I started to cry my husband was home finally, at last. He walked over to me picking me up and spinning me around. “Now daddy don't spin mommy to much she might get dizzy” my daughter said to her father giggling.

Matt settled me down then planted his soft lips on mine, oh how I missed him and his kisses and being close to him. “God I've missed you” he looked down and smiled at me. “I've missed you to baby, so much” I said to him smiling as tears slowly fell down my face. “Are you home for good now?” I asked him concerned, I didn't want him to have to go out there and fight anymore, it was so difficult without him here. “No I don't think so, I think I'm possibly home for a long time now” he said smiling, and there those dimples that matched our daughters oh how I missed his smile.

Days, weeks, months passed it was all bitter sweet, until the call I dreaded to hear came through on the phone.

My husband was going back out to fight. War, loss, pain. Why? Oh how I'll miss him.

He was packed and ready; his daughter was being held in his arms sobbing her poor heart out telling her daddy to stay home. I couldn't help but shed tears; this is hard on all of us.

“I promise baby I'll come home, and after this no more fighting wars, I love you angel” he said to our daughter, she just stared at him tears running down her face. “I'll miss you daddy, I love you” she clamped her arms around his neck and hugged him tightly. He gently put her down and then turned to me, he gently pulled me into his arms and I started to cry I could feel my tears dampen his uniform. He put his fingers underneath my chin and lifted my face up to look at him; he leaned down giving me a gentle bittersweet kiss. “I love you, I promise to come home to you love, its only a year before you know it I'll be home” he said smiling tears glistening down his face, “I love you to, I'll miss you, I'll be counting down the days till your safe in my arms again and home with your family where you should be” I said trying to smile, tears fogging up my vision, I wiped my eyes and gave my husband one last kiss. I watched him walk out to his truck and drive away.

No one knew that would be the last time I ever saw my husband.

It was six months into his trip to Iraq when I heard a knock at the door. “Momma there are some weird looking army people at the door” my daughter called out to me.

I walked over to the door and the look I got was filled with compassion and sorrow.

“No... No… NO! This isn't true, why are you here?” I started screaming at them, falling to my knees crying, one of the soldiers bent down handing me an envelope, I ripped it open and duped its contents on my lap, all my husbands metals fell into my lap, and then I just broke I couldn't hold it in any longer. They were talking to me about transferring the body to the closest burial near me; it was all a blur from my daughter tugging on my dress to what they were telling me. They left I shut the door, my husband was gone, never coming home. Days later when I came out of my coma I told my daughter what happened, she cried I cried, she through fits and I just held her close. The days leading up to the funeral I was numb, I slept on the couch I couldn't sleep in our bed, it smelled like him…my Matty.

I dressed me and my daughter the day of the burial, I couldn't cry, I was numb. We stood there listening to the priest as the coffin was lowered.

“Momma is daddy with the angels now?” my daughter looked up at me with tears glistening in her eyes.

“Yes baby, daddy is with the angels now” I say, I kneel down and hug my daughter close.

I never meant to leave this world alone
I never meant to hurt the ones who cared
And all this time I thought we'd just grow old
You know, no one said it's fair

Tell my baby girl that "It's alright"
I've sung my last song today
Remind the lord to leave his light on for me
I'm free

 

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