Amelia sat on her bed with her legs crisscrossed, looking down at an old photograph of her and her twin brother, Alfred. She softly smiled at the two of them smiling, not giving a worry in the world, until the war reached America, after Japan bombed Pearl Harbor.
After Pearl Harbor, every man, young or old was enlisted, including Alfred, along with their father. Amelia deeply worried for the both of them, along with her mother.
"It'll be alright." Her mother would tell her to cheer her up, but it didn't help. Amelia knew that Alfred and their father wouldn't last that long, as the Germans were knocking the wind out of them.
Amelia sighed, and gently placed the photo on the night stand, next to her bed. She stood up up and walked out into the hallway to the kitchen, where her mother was making dinner.
Amelia sniffed the air around the kitchen, she knew right away what her mother was cooking, meatloaf and potatoes, it was her father's favorite. Amelia poked her head around the corner in the kitchen, watching her mom cook. Her mom soon saw her.
"Amelia hun, why don't you set the table?" Her mother asked. Amelia nodded her head, and grabbed two regular glass plates, and sat them on the wooden table along with the silverware, napkins, and cups.
"Thanks hun." Her mom told her. Amelia gave a stiff smile, and walked to the fridge. She turned her head to her mom.
"Ma?" Amelia asked her. Her mom looked up.
"Yeah hun?" she asked.
"Are Alfie and pa going to be okay?" Amelia asked her. Her mom stopped cooking, and looked up at her.
"Don't you worry hun, your brother, and father are strong men." Her mother told her. Amelia sighed. Her mother turned the stove off, and picked the dish of meatloaf and potatoes with two pot holders, and sat it down on the dining room table.
"Dinners ready." Her mom said. Amelia finished pouring herself a glass of apple juice. She walked over to the table, where her mother sat, and joined her.
"Thanks ma, it looks delicious." Amelia tried to say with positivity.
"Just good ol' home cooking hun." Her mom said. Amelia smiled and put some meatloaf on her plate. Her and her mother ate in silence, only a few words here and there.
After finishing up, Amelia cleared the table, and started to do the dishes. She filled the sink with hot water, and started to clean the dirty dishes.
"I'm gonna get a shower hun." Her mother told her. Amelia nodded her head, and continued to do the dished while her mother went to the bathroom.
After finishing the dishes, Amelia sat down on the love seat in the living room, and turned the radio on.
"And more news from President Roosevelt." The announcer said. Amelia sighed, and leaned back as the president's voice came onto the radio.
"We are at war with Germany." President Roosevelt announce. Amelia closed her eyes, and fell asleep.
"Amelia." Her mother said. Amelia slightly jumped ad opened her eyes to see her mother in her nightgown, and a towel wrapped around her head to dry her hair.
"Yeah?" Amelia asked her, rubbing her eyes.
"Why don't you head up to bed, you look beat." Her mother said. Amelia slightly nodded, and stood up. She walked over to her mother, and hugged her goodnight. Amelia headed to her room to change.
After changing, Amelia turned the light out in her bedroom, and slipped into bed, and fell asleep.
In her dream, Amelia was on a battlefield. There were men running in every direction, and bullets were going everywhere, along with bombs being thrown every angle. Amelia looked down to see that she was in a soldier's uniform with the American flag sown onto the front of the heavy vest that carried ammo. She saw that she was holding an AK-47, she looked up.
"What are you doing soldier?! Move!" A soldier yelled to her. Amelia looked around confused. She ran to where most of the soldiers were. They were all crouched pointing their guns, and shooting. Amelia did the same. Amelia looked around to see if she was doing the right thing, when she saw a familiar face.
Alfred was running and crouched down right next to her, Amelia stared at him.
"Alfred?" Amelia asked. Alfred looked over at her, his eyes widened.
"Amelia?! What the hell are you doing here?!" Alfred asked. Amelia couldn't find an answer, as she didn't know why she was there either.
"Its not safe here!" Alfred yelled to her. Amelia looked down.
"Please don't die Alfie, please come back home." Amelia told him. Tears filled her eyes. Alfred looked down.
"I will-" Alfred was cut off by a bullet hitting him in the head. He fell backwards. Amelia dropped her gun, and crawled next to him. He was gone.
Amelia flinched awake, she had tears in her eyes. She knew it was just a dream, but it felt so real. Amelia sighed.
She looked out of the window, it wasn't going to be long until it was going to be light outside, so she stayed awake, and got dressed.
After a hour or so, the sun was shining. Amelia's mom woke up, and started to cook breakfast.
"What do you want for breakfast hun?" Her mother asked her.
"Lets have Alfie's favorite." Amelia told her. Her mother nodded her head, and grabbed the carton of eggs. Alfred's favorite was fried ham and eggs.
After her mom finished cooking, they sat down, but before Amelia could take a bite of her breakfast, there was a knock at the door. Amelia shot up.
"I'll get it." Amelia told her mother. Amelia walked to the front door. She saw a tall figure. Amelia started to worry. She slowly opened the door. There was a large man in a military uniform. Amelia knew what was coming.
"Is this the home of Alfred and John Jones?" The man asked. Amelia nodded. The tears already started to form in her eyes.
"Y-Yes." Amelia managed to choke out. The man gave her a sympathetic look. Amelia looked down, and forgot about everything. She looked up at him.
"I'm so sorry, but both Alfred and John were killed in action." The man told her. Amelia felt her heart stop. She dropped down to the ground, and screamed. Her mother got up and ran to her. She looked up at the man. She tried to calm Amelia down, so that she knew what was going on.
"Amelia! What's wrong?!" Her mother asked. Amelia cried into her shoulder, and grabbed her mother's arms.
"K-K.I.A!" Amelia yelled to her. Her mother knew what that meant. She fell silent, and hugged Amelia tightly, crying as well.
"I'm very sorry." The man said. He slowly walked away and left. Amelia and her mother sat on the floor crying, and hugging each other.
END OF CHAPTER 1