Chapter 4.

So hey how are you? I haven't updated for a while. I am SOOOO busy. But I'm still working on this story.

So Epic: I hope that doesn't happen, but you never know. I really wanted to write this story for a while, and when I started I wasn't sure if I should finish. But your reviews as always energize me, so please keep it up!

I am going to be at camp next week, so it might be a while till I update again. It's kind of hard to write since it's based off of a song. But I am trying. And some of this stuff is true.

-This chapter is not based off of the song-

#Beginchapter

"Waste not want not" a man on the radio said. "We need your cans, and scraps. When you are done with a can squash it flat and keep it. We will pay for the scraps, and make them into ammo to fight off the Japs." he continued. Amy instantly brightened and ran off to her mother. "Mom, mom!" She called. "Sheila!" she called and her mother turned. "Yes dear, what is it?" she replied.

"I found a way we can help, come on" Amy yelled as she guided her mother into the kitchen. And so began a new thing. Scraps were collected and brought to military bases to make ammo and other useful things for war.

#Meanwhile

"One, two, three, four, hustle up boys" a sergeant hollered to the young men. "Good work Thomas you too Johnathan. Barkley hustle, hustle" he yelled. "The Japs won't know what hit 'em" the sergeant said arrogantly. The boys continued facing every obstacle and shooting headshots on every cardboard warrior they saw.

Amos finished first with Jordan and Johnathan right behind him. Not long after Thomas finished. "ALRIGHT, now 50 pushups I know that's way less than you are used to. That's your cool down. You can't be getting soft" The sergeant said with steel in his voice.

The boys did their pushups with astounding strength and were sent to bed not long after. "Goodnight, get some rest. You will need it." The sergeant said with, -dare I write it? - Pride.

"Man, if I knew they would be so brutal I wouldn't've signed up." one boy said. "Well it is a war. You need to be strong" Amos said. "Well, I only signed up cause of the adventures, not to be disciplined and chastened like a child." he whined. "Well if you'd stop acting like one, I wouldn't have to chasten you like a child." Amos replied. "You used to be cool, what happened to you?" The boy asked hatefully. Amos hesitated before replying "I grew up, now I am going to bed. I suggest you do the same." Amos then went to bed and everyone else followed him.

Dear mother,

You wouldn't believe how much has changed in the past two months. Amos, the resident bully is now a mature young man. Everyone is stronger now and we all have grown closer as a family. Mother I'm worried about this war… What will happen to all of us? But I will fight with all of my strength. I love you mother. And I hope to be home soon. Tell Amy I said I love her always. Please write soon.

I will come home, and I will be safe. –Thomas.

He sent the letter in the mail then scurried off to bed. His mother would get the letter in three days. Cherishing it as she always does, and writing back as soon as she can. No one knew the future that awaits them.

#Endingchapter.

And so that's the end of Letters from war, chapter four. (Did you know that rhymed?) Man I apparently wasn't allowed to finish this chapter cause my mom, dad, and one of my brothers were pestering me at every turn. I wanted this finished yesterday. But that's it for now. Read and review, am I right? Thanks for reading!

~Midnitewolf99