I stood in front of Sam's house. We had won the battle but at what cost. That battle will deprive a child to know its father. I guess that's how war works. It kills people and that pretty much it unless your part of it then to you it's much more. When out there in the field, I found that you fight harder if you think of home.
I took a deep breath and knocked on the door. A blonde answer the door and looks at me. I take my hat off and place it under my arm.
"Are you Sam Benson?"
"Yes what this about"
"Sam who's at the door?" an older women with blonde hair said.
The older women cupped her mouth and started to cry.
"What wrong" a dark haired woman asked. She looked like Freddie. It was his mother.
I swallowed and said "I'm James Puckett from the marine and I regret to in…." and a fist came at me. It hit me in the jaw. I grab my jaw.
"No! No! It's not true"
I let go of my jaw and said "I'm sorry I was in his squad and before he died he requested that I give you this." And I pulled out the ring.
"Who are you" Mrs. Benson questioned. Sam locked around her. "He's gone"
"No, no, no" is all she said tears now pouring down her cheeks.
"James" the older blonde said.
"mom." I gave her a nod of acknowledgment.
"If it make you feel better Mrs. Benson I was his friend and I was with him in last moment."
Sam nodded her head and went in to the mother invited me in. I stepped into the home. I heard a cry of a baby in the distance. I waked into the living room where a baby stayed in the arm of same
"Shhhh mommy's here. Shhh mommy's here" Sam said over and over until the baby calmed down.
"What his name"
"Oliver"
"May I"
Sam reached out with the baby and placed him in my arms and sat on the recliner. I looked at Oliver and said
"Hi I'm your uncle James.
He had his father's soft brown eyes. I choked a smile but couldn't hold while I looked him in the eyes. Emotion overcame and I cried with the baby in my arms.
"I'm sorry you won't every see you dad Oliver. I'm sorry."
(14 years later.)
"Mom come on"
"Oliver okay I coming"
I walked up to a tombstone.
It read Freddie Benson 1991-2010. His sacrifice won't be forgotten.
"Mom what was dad like?"
"Well he was a lot like you Oliver."
"Awesome" he said
"Happy birthday babe"
And I walked away tear in my eyes. James walked up.
(James' POV)
Hey man it has been a while since my last visit. As you saw Oliver is a splitting image of you ha-ha." I hope everything good with you. Sam is doing well. Oliver is constantly asking about us back then. I can never talk about not yet at least."
"Come on Uncle James"
"Okay I'm coming. Well I better get going until next time Benson." And I laid my name plate on his grave.
Wow this was the hardest chapter to write. Well this was the end thank you all for the support. I hope you liked it.
Semper Fi