I was baffled, scared as well onto why he was joining the army. Like any concern lover, they would just put their mind out there with their partner's decision, but I tried to at least respect his—though it sounded as if I couldn't. "Are you serious?" The words just fell out of my mouth, not even giving it a second thought. To me, it sounded mad. Was he just going to throw away of what we talked about with the rest of our lives together. I just felt betrayed and couldn't help but to feel it.
"My country has done a lot for me, Artie," God, I hated that nickname. After the first day we he continued to use it over and over again. He should just use the name that I told him and not shorten it. I got use to it anyway, but it would never stop getting on my nerves, "I want to protect it from those who threaten it and you of course." He winked at me after saying the last of his sentence and so that he could earn a blush from me. By next week, I was with his family at the train station along with other families and friends who was sharing possibly the same ordeal as they watched their sons, husbands, brothers and others who was going out to fight the war along with my Alfred.
Before that dreaded day came, Alfred and I would try to spend every day with each other and as long before nightfall occurred with the curfews for everybody to stay inside for the rest of the night, or those black-out drills we would have just to prepare for any enemy aircraft.
One night of our last days was wonderful. I still smile at that memory till this day. I place the envelope on the windowsill with the curtains swaying slightly from the window being opened to let a small draft come in. I sighed, straightening myself back into the rocking chair. Pictures laid everywhere from my family members and me along with only one picture of Alfred. I only had one of him though, one his military uniform that he sent me in one of his letters, and I'm surprised of how it even got through the mail without it being taken away with the mail being censored back then. That one was put in a frame beside mine.
"What on earth are you doing here?" I whispered when I saw the time on the grandfather clock that stood tall in my family's living room. First of all, why was Alfred walking around in the middle of night, knowing that the small town was under patrol at night and second why did he came over to my house? He was also holding two very large blankets and was wearing the goofiest grin I had ever seen. I didn't funny with the fact of how much trouble he could get in, including myself. "Just come with me sweet heart." Was the only thing he said to me before he took my hand and I was out of my house just like that.
My feet were freezing from the ground with it being damped from the melted snow and rain. I wanted to pull back but he was holding me back. It was freezing in the night as we were walking fast to wherever he was taking us. I knew that he certainly went mad if he was pulling this stunt. I surely wanted an explanation for this. Soon we was up on a hill, snow still covered the area, I quickly let go of his hand and just glared at him as he set the large comforters down on the ground. "What in God's name are you doing!? Do you realize how much trouble we could get in just because of this, and it's freezing out here, you better have a good-!" My eyes widen when I was suddenly pulled down by him and the other blanket was under us.
"You know I love you right?" Alfred asked me as if it matter right now. I just stared at him, of course I loved him, but I was confuse not that I love him, but why are earth he decided to do this. The funny thing was that as if it felt that we both knew what was happening. It was his last day, the last day we would see each other, last time for our sweet kisses we would sneak, our last time with each other.