Emmett's POV

France

July 20th, 1935

"I don't understand why do we have to be here," Edward remarked as he limped towards us. "I don't see anyone attacking us right now."

Jasper, Edward, and I were sitting in our cabin while other men went outside to drink their liquor to watch the full moon. I wanted to write to Rosalie while Jasper and Edward wanted to rest in the cabin. Edward's foot was slowly heeling from the operation so he was excused from any training for a month until his foot was heeled.

"It's a boot camp, Edward. We all have be trained for the incoming war everyone is predicting about," Jasper reminded him calmly. "You'll be able to see your family in three months before we transport to Poland."

Three months, I thought, feeling happier that I don't have much to go until I was able to return to England. Three months until I would be able to see my Rosalie.

"What if we don't have a war?" Edward argued, taking his boot off to massage his foot. "What would be the purpose then?"

Jasper shrugged as he was sitting on a bunk across from mine. "You got a point there. I don't want to be here either even though I have Alice. We haven't eaten for three days because the supplies are running low."

"We have guns so I don't see why we don't shoot some animals?"

"Because some of the animals might contain diseases and the last thing the commander wants is hundreds of dead soldiers," Jasper responded, snapping at him even though it wasn't necessary.

"Emmett, why are so you quiet?" Edward asked me, sounding like he was worried.

I shrugged. "I guess I have nothing to say."

"Thinking about Rosalie again?"

"What are you talking about? I always think about her," I said, placing my paper on top of my book.

"I'm amazed that she has been committed to you for this long," Jasper remarked, sounding like he was giving me a compliment.

"Have you ever thought about calling her on the telephone?" Edward put in, asking me a question I never thought about.

"Is it even possible to call her?" I asked them realistically. "I didn't think we had telephones here."

"Someone must have hooked up a telephone because Davis called his family yesterday," Edward told me. "I think you can call Rosalie from that phone."

"Do you even know the phone number to the hospital?" Jasper asked me.

"I think so. I'll be right back."

I got up from the ground to walk towards the door. I didn't even dare to look back at them, as I was too motivated to find the telephone. I was excited to be able to hear her voice for the first time since I boarded onto the boat from England. I closed the door behind me, walking through the dark hallways with the only support of light was the light bulb on the ceiling. I knew where the possibility of a telephone operator would be.

I approached in front of the postal office where I saw Alice working on sorting the mail that was to be sent. I walked inside, giving her a smile as a greeting like I usually do. I saw that there was a telephone on her desk next to the mail that was about to be sorted. She paused when she saw me staring at her. "Hello Emmett. Do you want me to send out your letter?"

I shook my head. "No I want to use your phone, if that's alright."

She bit her lip nervously. "I would let you but I don't know if I'm allowed. Soldiers aren't allowed to use telephones unless they are ordered."

I walked closer to her, determined to win the argument. I placed my hands on the desk, lowering my head so I would be able to whisper. "I won't tell anyone. Alice, I need to speak to Rosalie. It won't take long, I promise you."

"Okay, because you have been so good to Jasper and me. I'll watch the door," she got up from her desk, quickly walking towards the door while I ran to her desk.

I sat down on the chair, lifting the handset to press the receiver against my ear. I quickly started to dial, trying to pick off the number by memory. I listened for the reception, hoping that I dialed the right number. Beep…beep…beep…

"Hello, this Marion," the lady answered.

"Hello, is this the hospital in England called…"I trailed off as I looked for reference of the hospitals in England. Then it hit me like a lighting bolt. "Masen Hospital?"

"Yes, who would like to speak to?" the lady asked me in her monotone voice.

"Is Rosalie…King in today?" I asked her, gulping my apprehension. My nerves were spasms, desiring to hang up but I knew I had to do this. I had to speak to her before it was too late.

"She is, if you hold for minute sir," she told me. I heard her placed the phone somewhere that I would still be able to hear her. "Rosalie? You have someone on the phone who would like to speak to you."

I looked up at Alice as she smiled at me while she was leaning against the railing. I continued to press the handset against my face, waiting for Rosalie to pick up. This is it, Emmett, I thought to myself. The moment you have been waiting for months.

"Hello, this is Rosalie," she spoke beautifully on the phone. "How can I help you?"

"Hello I just wanted to call about the sweater you made for me," I talked through the phone, chuckling. I heard her scream in joy, knowing that she realized who was on the phone. "I think I would like you to make another one for me for France."

"Emmett! Oh my God, it can't be you! Oh Emmett! Emmett!" she shouted in excitement that I couldn't resist but to laugh. "How is this possible?"

"It wasn't easy, but it was worth the trouble. How are you darling?" I asked her soothingly, not in the mood to explain because of the amount of time we had.

"I'm unbelievably well," she paused, which made me wonder if we got disconnected. "I'm crying right now because it was a wonderful surprise for you to call me," she sobbed, hearing her sniffling in the background. "It's so amazing to hear your voice again."

It warmed my heart to hear that she missed me as much as I missed her. "I miss you so much, Rosalie. France isn't like I imagined it would be. I wish I were back in England with you."

She sniffled, clearing her throat. "I wish I could visit you in France. There's nothing for me in England."

"Why don't you?" I asked her, suggesting. "I'm sure Alice could use some help in her post office."

"Emmett darling, I can't travel right now."

My eyebrows furrowed. "Why can't you travel? Is Royce keeping you hostage?" I guessed that was the reason. Royce kept her secured like a dog chained up outside, claiming his territory to make no one interferes with him.

"It's not that. I just have to continue to work because the doctors need more nurses. Don't worry Emmett, there's nothing wrong with me," she explained to me as I listened to her attentively. I wasn't completely convinced by her statement, but I had to be because I knew I could trust her. She would never lie to me.

I lowered my head, giving in a sigh. "Are you sure?"

I heard her give in a sigh. "Yes I'm positive. As much as I don't want to say this, I have to go right now. Marion is waiting for me and I don't want to keep her waiting. I'll try to call you tomorrow so we can talk a lot longer. Is that possible?"

I frowned, looking at Alice so she could help me respond. "I think that's possible."

"I'm so sorry Emmett—"

"No, don't apologize. I'm just glad I got a hold of you."

"I love you, Emmett. I can't wait for you to be home."

"I can't either. I love you too, Rosalie, more than anything."

"Good-bye."

"Good-bye Rosalie," I gently placed the handset back to the operator. I got up from my chair, walking towards the door as Alice walked towards me in the opposite direction. "Thank you Alice, for letting me use your telephone." I walked out of the post office to get back to my cabin like I was supposed to do.

I opened the door to my cabin, walking inside to see that Edward and Jasper were playing gin rummy. I saw that Jasper groaned in frustration because Edward made a meld with four cards. I walked closer to them to see what they were going to do next that had to do with cards.

"You just had a lucky hand," Jasper remarked, obviously sounding jealous. "It doesn't mean anything."

Edward smirked, placing his hands up in front of him like he was surrendering. "I never said it meant anything."

I looked over at Jasper's bed, seeing a case. It was small like a case that would suit a ring more than something longer like a necklace. I smiled, shaking my head back and forth. "Someone is going to propose."

Jasper's eyes immediately looked up. "What made you guess?"

I shrugging, pretending I didn't know anything. "Oh well, just a guess. What also helped was the case on your bed."

He snorted. "Of course, how idiotic am I?"

"You're going to propose to Alice? When?" Edward asked him, raising his eyebrows.

"I haven't figured when. I wanted to do at the perfect time so it's defiant chance she would say yes," he explained sheepishly.

I understood his concept even though I didn't understand why she would say no. "Don't worry about her saying no, Jasper. Have you told her that you love her?"

He remained still with his eyes scrolling side to side. "I was suppose to tell her that?"

Edward chuckled, rolling his eyes. "How else is she going to know that you care about her?" He was right about that. If I hadn't told Rosalie I loved her, I wouldn't think she would have wanted to talk to me.

"Oh shit! She probably doesn't think I don't love her!" Jasper bashed his hands onto his face.

"She knows you love her," I told him. "I can tell that she knows you love her and guess what, she loves you too." I could from Alice's eyes that she was madly in love with him. The way she whispered to me so she can ask me to tell Jasper to meet her. She cared about his safety so she never had him stay longer than ten minutes in the postal office. I knew he would never understand her but he would eventually be able to see how much she truly loved him.

Jasper dropped his hands to his sides. "You think so?"

"Of course I do. May I see the ring?"

"Go ahead."

I grabbed the ring case off his bed, putting it in my hands. I opened the lid to take a look. To my astonishment, the ring was gone. All was left was blue velvet and an empty slot where the ring would be. "Um Jasper…I would hate to tell you this but your ring is…gone."

Jasper's eyes widened with his jaw broken down. "You better be teasing me."

"I wish I was but I'm not. Take a look yourself," I threw the ring box to him. Edward's face looked worried like Jasper's did, but it was different in a way.

Jasper opened the lid and closed it immediately. "You're right, the damn ring is gone! What am I going to do?"

"Well where was the last place you had it?" Edward interrogated him like a police officer.

"I—I don't know! It could be anywhere on the…shit! It's on the battlefield!" Jasper exclaimed, biting his fingertips.

"Oh now it's long gone," Edward remarked, lying against the bottom of my bed. "We're not going to search every bit of the battle field for a ring. You're crazy to think that there was a possibility you would find a small silver ring on a mile long battlefield."

"But that ring belonged to my mother! I have to find it!" Jasper protested. He looked over at me. "Emmett, since Edward won't, will you help me find it?"

I sighed, knowing that it would make Jasper happy. "Yeah, I'll help you find it. Do you have flashlights or something so we can find it faster?"

Jasper picked up his duffel bag, unzipping it. "I believe I have two flashlights in here." He dug through his bag and seconds later; he threw a flashlight at me and grabbed the other one. "Are you ready to go?"

"Good luck not getting shot," Edward muttered, looking like he was comfortable. "Send me a postcard from the sky."

"You go to hell," Jasper muttered to him.

We both stood up, walking towards the front door. I closed the door behind me, knowing that I may never return back to my cabin again.

"Any luck?" Jasper whispered to me, walking all over the battlefield. We had been there around an hour without any luck on finding anything similar to a ring. I was growing exhausted from walking around, wanting to rest me head against my duffel bag to sleep.

"Not yet," I whispered back to him, looking around me to make sure no one saw us. We weren't allowed to be at the battlefield later than eleven o'clock and the last time I checked the time it was midnight. We had to be back here at five in the morning for roll call.

I kept seeing the same patches of grass everywhere on the field but no luck on finding a ring. I saw that my flashlight was close to running out of battery so I had to keep flickering it on and off. I suddenly found something sticking out of the dirt that looked silver with a curve. I smiled, amazed that I was able to find the ring in time. "Hey Jasper, I think I found it!"

I heard Jasper run towards me with the sound of his footsteps echoing throughout the battlefield.

He finally approached me, panting from the long distance he had to run. He chuckled, smiling like I was. "There it is!" He knelt down to grab the ring off the ground. He pulled the ring out of the clump of dirt, brushing off the remaining dirt that was on it. He placed the ring in his pocket. "Now lets get out here—"

A growl interrupted him in the distance. We looked towards the direction as we saw Commander Brandon's German Sheppard growled at us with his fangs threatening us. The dog ran towards us as we immediately decided to make a run for it, not wanting to fight with the dog. We had no idea where we were going but it was defiantly not where the dog was.

"Oh shit the ring!" Jasper yelled as he immediately halted. I stopped too to see that the ring fell onto the ground again.

I looked ahead of my to see that the dog was leaping for Jasper. "Jasper, look out!"

He stood up and when he did, the dog pranced at him to make him land on his back. He kicked the dog with his boots, making the dog fly a little amount of feet in the air. The dog retaliated by pouncing on him again, ripping half of Jasper's shirt off.

I searched through my pockets to see if I had my revolver with me so I could shoot the dog. I thought I had it with me. I patted through my back belt to find that I did bring my revolver after all. I heard Jasper moaned in pain, panting as the dog continued to attack him.

I held my revolver in place, aiming for the dog's head and hoping it wouldn't hit Jasper. Ready…aim…fire!

The bullet fired stridently, echoing through the sky. Jasper and I were panting, out of breath from the panic we both were feeling. He slid the dog off his body, placing it on the ground with blood overflowing through his ears.

"I can't believe you killed the damn dog," Jasper whispered, shivering from not having half of his shirt on him. "How are you going to explain this to Commander Brandon?"

I looked over at him, panting. "I don't give a damn. It was for self-defense because that dog was about to kill us."

He nodded in agreement. "I just hope no one heard us. Should we burry the dog?"

"No because the commander is going to suspect someone from the army. I say we travel to the river a mile out and place the dog on the river. We'll remove the bullet so it would look like a bear attacked it," I planned it all out, lifting up the dog. "If we were to do it, we better do it now."

We both started to walk down the hill of the battlefield, relying on Jasper's flashlight as a source of light. I dragged half of the dog's body on the ground, knowing that it wouldn't be able to react. I felt exhausted from the training I had today and the murder I just committed.

I heard Jasper groan, making me turn my attention to him. "Did the dog break anything?"

He shook his head, flashing the light onto his chest. "It just made a long scar along my chest."

"That looks like it needs to be stitched up," I stated, biting my lip from the repulsive scar with the blood dripping down on his chest.

He flashed his light onto the path we were walking on. "I'm not going to worry about it right now because we have to throw a dead animal in the river."

We continued to walk in silence as I continued to drag the dog along the path. I saw my breath in the air when I exhaled, indicating the temperature it was outside. I heard Jasper rip something but I couldn't tell what it was. I looked over at him to see that he was dabbing his scar with a part of his shirt to wash out the remaining spilled blood from the cut.

We finally approached the roaring river that was rapidly moving along with the breeze. I threw the dog into the river, hoping the body would drown in the river to hide the evidence. We turned around to return back to the cabin, hoping we would forget what happened.