AN: I own nothing its all property of NBC I"m just playing around...Also this was inspired by Reba Mcintire's sleeping with the telephone. I have no idea where this going so if you like please review. I am also working on ATBB I swear girls. Thanks for sticking with Me.
~Meg
I knew who he was when I took his name no longer was he the town bad boy he was now PFC Riggins. We fell in love the year that he wondered aimlessly without direction in his life. I had mistakenly brought home the stupid pamphlets from career day my senior and he found his compass in the armed forces.
Its not that am not proud of him or of the rest of the boys I am. Its just Tim isn't the one who's sleeping with the telephone I am. He knows the danger but still he does what he does. He calls it duty I call it love.
He's fighting in some foreign land I'll never see or touch my feet to. I don't watch the news. My heart skips a beat every time the phone rings. I cried when I kissed him goodbye handing him our customary letter and he traded me for mine.
"Its bad luck for a soldier's wife's tears to fall." he told me still they fell in spite of that. An "I love you Jules." and one final hard kiss and he was gone. Taking everything in my life that mattered with him.
The yellow ribbon bumper sticker on the back of my SUV proudly displays in its own sad little way. "Bring our boys home."
I am a Army Wife.
I sleep with the telephone.
I pray without ceasing.
He will come home. If I say it enough maybe I can make it come true.
Until then my tears are dried by my pillow. I toss and turn I sleep with the telephone. I wait.