Travelin' Soldier Chapter 1, a mighty ducks fanfic

Two days past eighteen
He was waiting for the bus in his army greens
Sat down in a booth in a cafe there
Gave his order to a girl with a bow in her hair

It wasn't long ago Connie and me heard about the draft. The president talked about it for weeks and weeks, we just didn't want to except the fact that the guys would leave to go over sea's to war. All boys eighteen and older, that were able to fight mind you, were to report to serve their country. I guess I hopped it wouldn't happen to us. Well that was until Charlie, my boyfriend, since Scooter and me broke up, came in to the diner with the rest of the guys and Connie in tow. Charlie's mom was already serving as a nurse over seas.

He's a little shy so she gives him a smile
And he said would you mind sittin' down for a while
And talking to me, I'm feeling a little low
She said I'm off in an hour and I know where we can go

They asked me to sit down and talk with them as soon as I got the chance. That was when I knew it was coming the guys were leaving no matter how much I tried to stop it. I looked around the diner to see who was there. Joe a regular since before we were born nodded at me. It's funny how someone so old understands that I just want to run away. It must have happened to him when he was my age. There was no way I was staying there, I needed out. I throw Joe the keys, knowing very well he wouldn't do anything and ran out the door with the Ducks screaming after. Great minds think alike you know cause Connie, well she took her chance to run too.

That was one thing I never told the Ducks about. That I was an all-star track runner in long distances. I was far enough away that you couldn't hear the guys anymore. I ran into Connie and she planned to go to the ice rink but I had other ideas in mind.

Dead Man's drop so many memories there. It was a thirty-foot drop off a waterfall. Charlie and me came here on our first date.

So they went down and they sat on the pier
He said I bet you got a boyfriend but I don't care
I got no one to send a letter to
Would you mind if I sent one back here to you

I don't know how long I sat until I heard twigs cracking behind me.

"You know Charlie if you plan on going to war you might want to be a little more sneaky. Now because you're so god damn loud I'll worry about you even more." I said almost crying.

"I'm sorry Julie. I have no choice," he said coming behind me and placing me on his lap. "If I could I'd stay here believe me." I didn't have the strength to do anything else but nod.

Well that's real good Julie "The Cat" Gaffney can't do anything.

"You know Jules a lot has happened here," Charlie said kneeling down on one knee," so it seems like the perfect place for this question. Will you marry me?" I beamed and jumped on Charlie we fell all the way down the pier.

I cried
Never gonna hold the hand of another guy
Too young for him they told her
Waitin' for the love of a travelin' soldier
Our love will never end
Waitin' for the soldier to come back again
Never more to be alone when the letter said
A soldier's coming home

About two weeks later the guys headed off to War. We haven't heard from them since. Both Connie and me split them up as to who was looking after whose apartment.

So the letters came from an army camp
In California then Vietnam
And he told her of his heart it might be love
And all of the things he was so scared of

He said when it's gettin' kind of rough over here
I think of that day sittin' down at the pier
And I close my eyes and see your pretty smile
Don't worry but I won't be able to write for awhile

Then finally one day we got letters one from each of the Ducks for both of us.

Dear Julie,

Things are rough out here. It's different with out Connie and you running around making sure we don't do any thing stupid or get hurt.

At least the guys and me have all been put in the same troop. Actually we're all writing to you from Bash Brother's Row, otherwise known as Fult and Port's tent. That's another thing that happens here. Everyone gets nicknames. Cowboy, Banksie, Speedy, Spazzway and well you know the rest.

It hit us all hard when there was no Catlady or Krazy. I miss you Julie. I thought we'd all be all right but we're not. There are also no girls here, much to Luis's dismay. Oh a nd remember Tommy, Peter, and Terry, well they're here too. I really do miss you Juliebean.

We're moving quickly and I won't be able to write for a long time. I promise you I'll come home. I love you.

Love,

Charlie

One Friday night at a football game
The Lord's Prayer said and the Anthem sang
A man said "Folks would you bow your heads
For a list of local Vietnam dead"

Cryin' all alone under the stands
Was the piccolo player in the marching band
And one name read and nobody really cared
But a pretty little girl with a bow in her hair

Then Connie, Tammy, and me had ended up as cheerleaders some how. Just don't ask. Then one night at the football game the priest came in and asked us to listen to a list of soldiers dead.

He went down the list. All three of us listening for eighteen names we just didn't want to hear.

"Terry Mitchell Hall"

That was all we needed. All three of us were crying. Terry may not have played with us during High School but he'll always be a Duck.

Later that day we decided if the president wouldn't do something about this then we will. For all the boys pulled into the War and the Ducks.