The Casualties of War
It was a very troubling and sad time in the World. Right now much of the World was engaged in the middle of the worst war the world would ever see, WW2. Toothiana would always bob and weave around whenever the mail would come; fearing for the worst. A letter stating that her boyfriend, General Kozmotis Pitchiner, had been called up for deployment and would be sent overseas. Toothiana was a small framed girl with wide hips and gorgeous amethyst eyes that were breathtaking. She was always so happy and full of joy. It was as if her whole body just buzzed enthusiasm. Kozmotis, or Pitch as he preferred to be called, thought she was the most beautiful woman to ever exist on this Earth. He loved the way she smiled and how she would fuss over everything so happily to ensure everything went properly. His favorite moments were the ones when she was still and he would cup her cheek in his hand. Pitch would look into those stunning lilac eyes that were framed by incredibly long eyelashes, and it would feel as if time had stood still. There was only Toothiana her eyes, smile, and the warmth of her touch as he ran his fingers through her shoulder length golden blond hair.
For Toothiana no man could ever compare to her Pitch. He was bold, brave, and almost always had serious demeanor in most situations. Pitch was a prized General for his bravery and strategic strategies with many soldiers trusting him so deeply they were willing to follow him into battle. But, around her Pitch was so different. His golden irises always seemed to soften when he was looking at her. She loved the way his jet black hair, even though shorter than she would like, was still long enough to run her fingers though. Also, he looked spectacular in his General's Uniform; even though deep down she would never admit that she loathed that uniform and what it could potentially mean for their relationship. She never had never been more in love with anyone in her life and was secretly beginning to plan the life she hoped that they could have together once this awful war was over. Before any of her plans could ever be laid into action a bomb shell was dropped on their once perfect life.
One day it was raining heavily as if the World were giving her warning of what was to come. Toothiana skipped out to the mailbox at the end of the driveway of their small yet comfortable farmhouse. She fought against the heavy rain and wind to get the letter which awaited her. Toothiana stood shocked outside in the freezing rain unable to move or even let out the breath she wasn't aware she was holding in. This letter was unlike the others they normally receive. It had the United States Army Logo on the top corner. She felt herself begin to shut down and die a bit inside. Looking up to the stormy sky she dropped to her knees and begged for this not to be what she thought it was. She prayed to God over and over again, "God, no please. Don't take him from me. He's all I have. Please, please, I beg you. I've heard the stories of the men coming home in caskets and severely wounded. Please Lord…"and that was all she was able to choke out before passing out in the rain.
