So, there you are, the sequel to Three Weddings. Hope you like it
It was my last day as a simple civilian. I had been training for a month, and now I was supposed to be mental and physically prepared to face a war. Next morning, I would fly to Vietnam, with other dudes who would surely be as scared as I was. There was no volunteers for this war, and the number of casualties was dramatically high. Besides, most people was against it. What sense did it make? Why didn't our Government just accept the defeat?
We had gathered for dinner at Marty and Sonny's place. Although we tried to pretend everything would go well, we weren't in our highest spirits. Still, with the children around, we tried not to show our concern. I had three good reasons to be back, though, and I promised myself that I'd get it. Just couldn't bear the idea of not seeing them again...or they being alone.
When we finally got home, I put the girls to bed and kept looking at them while they were slowly falling asleep. Holly, the first one in being born, was also the one who looked more like me, at least in character. She was like a small earthquake, didn't stop for a moment. Hazel was more calm, but also was the one who planned things. I was already missing them.
Jan came to the girls room, we stayed hugged looking at them for a long while and then went to our bedroom. That one would be our last night together in who knew how much time and we wanted just that, be together.
The morning after, my plane would take off at eleven. I had my military clothes and all the stuff ready, and at nine we left for the base. They wouldn't be allowed to go in, so we would have to say goodbye at the main door. It was rather hard knowing I wouldn't see my daughters and my wife in a whole year. When I was about to cross the door, Jan called me...
-Roger, wait, got something for you. Remember the pic we took, at the girls christening? I made a copy, just take it with you. It will bring you back here.
-I will be back, I promise -and we kissed once more. I looked at the picture. It was the two of us, sitting on a couch, and each one with one of the girls.
Then, I started walking to the plane. Whatever it would take, I intended to be back.