I'm sorry this took so long to type. I would have type sooner but I was busy. Anyways, here goes. Aw. I'm hearing New Divide while writing this so im in a writing mood.
My mom cried on these papers. I could feel the spots where her tears fell. The felt stiff.
December1,1996
I have decided to start to write in you again. Its been a while. Sorry about that, but I just have to write today.
Ike is gone.
My Ike is gone. He's gone missing in war.
I was washing my clothes when the phone rang. I thought it was my client. She was going to make me a deal that would change my life. It would have earned me a lot of money.
That call changed my life alright. Unfortunately. It was an army official. Telling me that my husband was as good as dead.
I hate that word. My Ike could be lying in the cold mud, slowly bleeding to death with a gunshot in his chest. Or he's already dead.
I should have hope though. Maybe he's just lost. Not dead. Maybe he's alive. It's possible. Isn't it? But my mind keeps thinking of the worst. What if he's being kept prisoner? Being tortured.
I can still remember the day I met him. I was dating Kyle back then. We were over at his house studying. Ike went into Kyle's room to ask for something. Kyle introduced us and I was stuck in his eyes for a few seconds. They were an impossible blue. They were incredible. We didn't start dating until a long time later.
It was very akward with Kyle and I but, I don't want to talk about it. Maybe later.
Ike just has to be ok. He cant be dead. He's to young to die. I told him not to go to war.
He promised he would be back. He lied to me. He swore. I need to know where he is. The worst part about being an Army wife is never knowing what's going to happen. When you get the call that changes your life. That's when you know, the person you love is dead.