Emmett's POV
France
May 23rd, 1935
"Rise and shine. We meet at the field in an hour!" General Marcus Smithy yelled at us, turning the lights on to blind us. Several groans filled the room including from me. I heard the door shut as I interpreted as a signal of his anger towards us.
It had been a week since I left England, sleeping on the bottom bunk in a cabin near a battlefield. The cabin was made of wood with mud between the cracks of it, carrying a dreadful stench. There was also a stench from men who didn't shower because of the lack of water supply we had.
I got out of my bunk, stretching from the petite bed I was already used to sleeping in. I gathered my uniform, deeply looking at the dirt patches I made from yesterday's hard work. Realizing that I had to write to Rosalie, I dropped my uniform onto the ground and wrestled around for a sheet of paper and a pen. I finally grabbed them with my hands shaking with hastening. I placed them down onto a wooden box and not caring about my handwriting, I started to scribble onto the paper.
My darling,
I tend to keep to my promise about writing to you everyday. In response to your last letters, France hasn't been the paradise country I thought it would be. I'm not even close to Paris to see the Eiffel Tower. I hope that son of the bitch will rot in hell after hitting you—
"Emmett? We better get moving before General Marcus gets back," my friend Edward Cullen told me.
Edward Cullen was a pianist before he decided to join the war. He was raised in England with a poor family that could barely support him. He also told me that he was lucky enough to get into a music school and have a job at the local bar to play piano for the besotted men. He had a wife name Bella who had been writing to him but now stopped due to her sickness. He was worried about her, of course, but he didn't want to jeopardize her health so he stopped writing to her.
I shook my head, not looking at him. "Nah General Marcus is the least of my concerns. I have to finish this letter like I promised her."
I heard the bronze haired man sigh. "I remember making promises to my wife. But be realistic, Emmett, do you think she'll still love you after this? She's not your wife."
I turned around to look at him. "Yeah but I want her to be. I would have proposed if it weren't too late."
"I would stop interfering with her and the family," he told me. "It wouldn't do you well when you find out that she's pregnant with that man Royce—"
"Enough! I don't want to hear about the possibilities!" I turned around, ignoring the fact that could easily be true. I resumed to my letter, scribbling it even faster than I did before due to the distractions.
I hope that son of the bitch will rot in hell after hitting you yesterday. Take care of yourself for me and don't give yourself to him at any cost. I shall write to you tomorrow at a more convenient time because I wasn't able to explain more about my duties I did yesterday like you wanted to hear. I love you.
Forever yours,
Emmett
I folded up the letter to fit it into the small envelope. I placed it in my pocket to reach the post office before I started to work. Edward stood their waiting for me, noting the frown he marked onto his face as a symbol for his sorry towards me.
I patted his shoulder. "There's no need for an apology, my friend."
He grinned mischievously. "Since when I was going to apologize?"
I shrugged. "I assumed by the looks of your face—"
He chuckled, patting on the back as we exited our quarters. "You, my friend, are terribly wrong because I have no reason to apologize to you."
"Why of course not, I shouldn't have said such a terrible thing," I laughed and he laughed with me. We noticed the empty bunk beds with unmade beds from the soldiers rushing to make it to the field. I closed the door behind me, knowing that I could possibly not be able to make it to that room again.
Edward decided to meet me at the field while I walked to the post office. I swung open the door, seeing a plain room with bright white walls. It reminded me of a doctor's office I recently visited to check if I was healthy to join the army.
I walked inside, seeing the lady I talked to everyday. Her name was Alice Brandon, a seventeen-year-old girl who volunteered for the army rather than going to college. Her father worked as the main commander, Commander Michael Brandon. I knew about her secret relationship with one of my friends, Captain Jasper Hale, because she trusted me to keep it. She was banned to have a relationship with a soldier due to her father's orders about the fear of her being torn when the man she would have loved being blown up. I admired her courage to continue it despite the chances of Jasper living.
"Hello ma'am," I smiled as I placed the envelope on her desk. "Do you have any stamps today? I'm all out."
"It would normally cost you extra but since you have been keeping a secret for me, then it's free," she winked. "How are you Emmett?"
I exhaled heavily. "I'm rather well, thank you. No battle scars on me right now so I'm blessed. Although, I recently heard about my…girl has been beaten up by her husband."
Her eyes widened. "Is she alright?"
I shrugged. "She was able to write to me so I take that as a sign of her being well. I just hope I wouldn't be too late when I visit her."
She pulled out a drawer on her desk. She started to fiddle inside and grabbed something out of it. Like I thought, it was a stamp as she placed it on the top right corner above Rosalie's name. She inspected the envelope and raised her eyebrows. "The envelope isn't entirely sealed."
I smiled sheepishly. "I was hoping you can do that for me."
She licked the folding part of the envelope and sealed it tightly. "There you are, Emmett. I shall give this to the mail man when he arrives."
"Thank you, Alice," I smiled, walking away from her. I headed straight to the door—
"Oh Emmett?" she called after me.
I turned around to see her stand up. I searched around me to make sure there weren't any eavesdroppers. I walked back to my position I was before I started to leave. "Yes Alice?"
She looked around her and slid an envelope to my hands. "Give this to Jasper. Can you make it possible for us to see each other?"
"I'll do the best I can," I whispered to her. "I can't guarantee it."
"I know you can't," she frowned. "All I'm asking for you is to try."
I nodded. "Alright, I'll tell him to meet you here after we're finished with work today."
