It was two weeks after the day she turned eighteen
All dressed in white, going to the church that night . . .
Sam Manson actually smiled as she smoothed out her white dress - this would probably be the only time she would wear white and not hate it with a passion.
She had his box of letters in the passenger seat . . .
Today, her fiance Danny Fenton would be returning home.
Sixpence in her shoe, something borrowed, something blue
And when the church door opened up wide . . .
She felt the favue tug at her gut, her instincts telling her something had gone wrong; it was most likely her mother insulting the Fentons again . . . you'd think the woman could at least stop spouting her 'I'm bettter than you' crap for her only daughter's big day!
She pulled her veil down trying to hide her tears
Oh, she just couldn't beleive it . . .
Today, she was going to marry Danny, and she couldn't be happier if she tried.
She heard the trumpets from the military band . . .
As soon as he was old enough, the government had drafted Danny into their army - after all, who wouldn't want a famous, powerful halfa on their side?
And the flowers fell out of her hand . . .
" . . . Mr. Daniel Fenton . . . MIA . . . missing in action . . ." she only caught a few words, but understood why her Danny wasn't at that altar, blushing beet red.
Baby, why'd you leave me, why'd you have to go
I was counting on forever, now I'll never know
I can't even breathe
It's like I'm looking from a distance standing in the background
Everybody's saying he's not coming home now
This can't be happening to me
This is just a dream . . .
Sam understood what the general left unsaid - ' . . . we're not sure we'll find him alive . . .'
The preacher main said 'let us bow our head and pray; Lord, please lift his soul and heal this hurt'
And then the congregation all stood up and sang
The saddest song she'd ever hear
And then they handed her a folded-up flag . . .
Usually, she never cried, especially in public . . . but she couldn't have stopped the tears from flowing if she tried - if she'd even wanted to . . .
And she held on to all she had left of him
Oh, and what could have been . . .
She buried her face in the flag, sobbing.
And the guns rang one last shot . . .
. . . and it felt like a bullet in her heart.
Why?!