BPOV
I can't help but hold hope in a vice grip.
Just a few short weeks until I'm on a transport back to you and Olivia.
I was so relieved to be able to get the email to you both.
I'm just as excited now that I have some time to try and call you.
I still remember the first time I ever made a call to the both of you…the first time I got to hear Olivia's voice.
That first time hearing her call me Mama made my heart swell with joy.
I look forward to actually getting to hear her say it to me in person.
I get so easily lost in my thoughts whenever I remember the little things about us…it's always the smallest of things that trigger the memories.
The ringing on the other end of the phone snaps me out of my thoughts.
I hold my breath as I hear the phone ring, static crackling in the background…these shitty satellite phones don't always have the best service.
I finally breathe as you answer.
I talk to Olivia first, and then you.
It's hard to hear…our connection isn't that great, but just hearing your voice, no matter what is being said is more of a comfort than you'll ever know.
The line suddenly goes dead, and at first I figure it's just because the signal was lost.
But then everything changes.
And my fear of never making it home swoops down, swallowing me whole as the camp air raid sirens go off.
I run to my assigned station, everyone's yelling and screaming echoing in my ears.
But the yelling and screaming is quickly drowned out by first sounds of the gun fire, and then an explosion.
I feel the wind get knocked out of me as I'm blown backwards by the force of the blast.
And then…I don't really know what happens then because everything just fades to black.
