FMA Songfile.exe
AngolMoaChan
-Traveling Soldier-
I love this song… x3
Two days past eighteen, he was waiting for the bus in his army greens
Sat down in a booth, café there gave his order to a girl with a bow in her hair
He's a little shy so she gave him a smile
And he said "Would you mind sitting down for a while and talking to me? I'm feeling a little low"
She said "I'm off in an hour and I know where we can go…"
"Miss Rockbell?"
"N-no. I'm okay. Thank you for calling, Brigadier General." Winry said, gently placing the phone on its receiver. She sunk to the floor, clutching her bangs tightly. Sobs racked her tiny frame and she sat there and cried. Cried for her traveling soldier.
So they went down and they sat on the pier
He said "I bet you got a boyfriend but I don't care
I got no one to send a letter to. Would you mind if I sent one back here to you?"
Memories flooded through her head. The nights spent sleeping as children, his warm arms comforting her and sheltering her from the storm. The time they had their "first kiss" even though it was just on the cheek. When he got his auto-mail. It was hitting her gale force: he was gone. Gone. She would never see his face again. Winry howled in pure sadness and raced away from the phone to her room.
I cried never gonna hold the hand of another guy!
Too young and they told her, waiting for the love of a travelin' soldier
Our love will never end, waiting for the soldier to come back again
Nevermore to be alone when the letter says the soldiers coming home…
Winry felt alone, lost, like a little child in a too big store. Her head was spinning and her memories were playing like a broken record over and over and over. She knew that was it. She would never see his grinning face at the door again. She screamed into her pillow, Oh god, Edward Elric what have you done to me! Winry's heart might as well have been put through a shredder. She was broken. Empty. Lost.
So the letters came from an Army camp in California then in Vietnam
And he told her of his heart, might be love and all of the things he was so scared of
He said when it's getting rough over here, I think of that day sitting down at the pier
I close my eyes, and see your pretty smile…
Don't worry, but I won't be able to write for awhile.
A month later was when strange things started to happen. She and Al were living peacefully together, but his image haunted her steps. One day, she stepped outside and there were letters stacked against the doorway. Each had only her name and then was completely empty. One by one, little signs showed themselves, from a red jacket fluttering in the breeze to the prettiest gold kitten that was a "copycat" of Edward himself. She was starting to get very suspicious.
One Friday night at the football game,
The Lord's Prayer said and the anthem sang,
A man said Folks, would you bow your heads for a list of local Vietnam dead.
Crying all alone under the stands was the piccolo player in the marching band
And one name read, but nobody really cared
But a pretty little girl with a bow in her hair…
Years later, the golden haired man staggered down the street. He was sick, he was tired, he was soaking wet but it didn't matter. He was home. He knocked on the door to the Rockbell shop weakly.
"Hello—" Winry stopped mid sentence and flew at him, sending the man to the floor.
"Ah! Winry! I can't breathe!" he shouted.
"You're home! You're home!" she sobbed into his chest, clinging to the lapels of his black coat, "Edward Elric, thank God you are home." And they stood there together, crying and reminiscing. As he promised years ago, her traveling soldier made his way back home.
Aww….cute fluff. It was angsty and then it got FLUFFY! Good old drama-fluff, how we salute thee!