It was time for him to go. It was pouring rain as he stood patiently in a line, with his fellow brothers in arms, and waited to board the plane that would take him to the war. He'd been there twice before, but back then he didn't have her and that made leaving 100 times worse. He was nervous, and the constant fear of death made his stomach churn.
His bags lay beside him with his rifle on top of them. He didn't pretend to understand the war. He wasn't really sure why there was one, only that the T.V. said that they where wrong. The war was horrible and many soldiers where dieing. He looked at the photo of her in his hand. He loved her so much, he didn't want to leave her but he had to.
He had met her on a sunny afternoon, when he had just gotten off the plane. She smiled at him as he walked by, and he was amazed at her beauty. They'd been together ever sense, and he couldn't imagine what life had been like before he had known her. They fell in love immediately and had made love together one beautiful romantic night.
His mind was brought back to reality by a clap of thunder over head.
A single tear rolled down his face, at the thought of leaving her behind.
The engine of the jet in front of his roared as it took off into the sky, carrying soldiers just like him off to the war.
Then he heard her voice, from out in the crowd. He looked around and saw her running towards him. She wrapped her arms around him and held him tight, while burying her head in his chest. Even in the pouring rain he could see she was crying. He held her tight and kissed her head and told her everything would be alright.
She looked up at him, with tears in her eyes and begged him not to go. She told him she loved him and didn't ever want to let him go. He held her and stroked her hair and asked her not to cry. She continued to beg and plead with him not to go. He bent down and kissed her, still holding her tight.
She begged him to put down his guns, and stop the fighting, and that they could find a place where there was no war, and where they could be together forever. He was silently crying now, as he continued to hold her and stroke her long beautiful hair. He promised her that when he got back, that exactly what they would do.
She shook her head and begged him, tears streaming down her face, not to go. They held each other for what seemed like years, and she continued to cry her heart out. She loved him more than anything and didn't want him to go to war.
She fell to her knees at the very thought of anything happening to him. He went down with her and held her in his arms. She looked up at him and asked to please not go. He then bent down and kissed her, long and passionately. When they broke away, she laid her head on his chest and continued to cry.
She then looked up at him, and told him. I'm pregnant. This wonderful news sent a surge of joy into him. He looked down at her, smiling, and kissed her. Then he remembered where they where, and what he was doing, and the smile faded.
She begged him one last time. To please not go. And he desperately wanted to stay. More than anything in the whole world he wanted to stay with her, and not fight in a war he didn't understand. But he couldn't.
The whistle blew; it was time for him to go. He helped her up and kissed one last time. He then boarded the plane and left for the war. He was killed a month later on a red August morning. It had been his time to go.