The Sammuelsons live's have been turned upside down, in the most delightful ways. Quiet nights in have been replaced by very long nights, with a wailing (but still very adorable) baby Florence. In other words, it's the happiest time both the Sammuelsons have known
"Just more about that nonsense going on in Europe. I tell you, the whole world is going mad!" They've assasinated the arcduke of Austria, and now all of Europe is at war with itself. It's just pure...
All of a sudden, Alexander stopped in mid-sentence, and he dropped the newspaper.
"What is it dear?" asked Melissas with a concerned look on her face. "Sim Valley is...joining the war. They're drafting all the men with names from m to z, and they say that all people with those last names must go to their local military base for testing."
His face was of an expression between fear, and deep sadness, and almost perfectly reflected the look on Melissa's face.
Alexander tried his best to fail all the tests. It wasn't that he didn't love his country, simply that he loved his family far more. Unfotunately, he failed, and he came back home with a ticket and a new uniform. A ticket to one of those new military planes to take him to France, that would depart in one day. One day was not enough to do all he had to do. Saying goodbye to his family. What made it even more painful was that Florence would be a young girl when he got back (his tour was one of three years) and would even posibly forget him. Alexander and Melissa spent one more, romantic night together. Both Alexander and Melissa wished it would never end. But as much as Alexander had wished the next morning wouldn't come, wishes could not stop the sun's path.
And after a long, tearful, goodbye, Alexander left to go to the airfield, that would take him to a warzone. Alexander and the rest of his troop made camp in one of the big abandoned houses in the center of the town, where all of the had been evacuated from. All of the village they were sent to was in ruins, after frequent bombings, and all of the citizens were living in the outskirts of the town. That was why he was sent here, to hel the citizens in matters of food and shelter. Unfortunately, it was a very dangerous mission, with the city still being bombed by enemny forces. But there hadn't been any attempts for a while. That is, until now, when the enemy found out that a whole troop of Sim Valley soldiers were occupying the town. Only a little while after Alexanders daily rounds, as he was coming back to the base camp, he saw an enormous explosion, one that turned what had been once somebody's home, and later their basecamp where forty, good men were inhabiting, to dust and rubble. He didn't know what to do, so he just ran, and ran. Everyday, Melissa checked for a letter from Alexander. Everyday she was left empty handed and dissapointed. Until one day, when she recieved a promising-looking letter in the mail. It was from France! She ran to the living room and tore it open, with so much joy, eager to hear of how Alexander was doing. Her hopes were dashed when she read the short, frank letter from a general.
"Your husband, Alexander Sammuelson, died in combat. His body could not be recovered.
Gerald Frumbert, General, twenty-third regiment"
That's all the letter said, not even a sorry. Alexander, the love of her life, her savior, the father of her child was...dead, and she seemed to be the only one who even cared.
The Sammuelsons-chapter four
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