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Virginia
Stella,
I hate the idea that I am going to fight this war. I wish I was there with you again. I miss that day down on Lake Michigan.
Lt. Mac Taylor
Iraq
Stella,
The war is so terrible. It scares me every night that I might get shot or killed in the night. When things are rough over here, all I have to do is think of you and the day we spent down on Lake Michigan and I'm happy.
I think I'm falling for you, Stella.
P.S. I don't think I'll be able to write for awhile.
Time past and Stella didn't receive any more letters from Mac.
It was football season again, the next year, and Stella was arriving for the game.
"Hey Stella!" Stella's friend Lindsay yelled. Lindsay was a junior and had move to Chicago from Montana. She was graduating a year early and the two girls were going to move to New York. They had both been accepted at NYU.
"What?"
"What's wrong?"
"I think Mac's dead."
"He just can't write you right now. He told you that he fell in love with you."
"Yes but he wouldn't take a year to write back to me if he loves me."
"True, maybe he's been fighting a lot and can't write you."
"But…"
"Come on, we've got to get your piccolo."
"For thine is the kingdom, for power and glory, Amen!"
" Oh, say can you see. For the dawn's early light. What's so proudly we hailed, at the twilight's last gleaming. Who's broad strips and bright stars, though the perilous fight? Or the ramparts we watched, were so gallantly streaming.
Through the rockets red glare, the bombs bursting in air. Gave prove though the night that out flag was still there. Oh say does that star spangled banner yet wave. For the land of the free and the home of the brave.
"Would you bow your heads for the list of the local Persian Gulf dead?"
Stella was sitting in the band under the stands. She bowed her head and listened.
"Ross Stevens, Mac Taylor…"
"What?" Stella cried.
