My shoes are muddied now with what was once a rolling green field. The last time I was here the sunshine greeted me like you did before you said you had to go to Europe. You’d said for me to imagine it like you were going on vacation. However, time has passed and I haven’t received word from you. Not even a letter or a phone call. Honestly, my legs and chest feel tighter now that you haven’t come home like you usually do. I thought for sure you’d make it back safely.

And I am not sure why I even came back to this field where we first met, but this was the place where you told me to wait for you before you received orders to ship to Okinawa, Japan for the 586th infantry battalion for the Marine Corps. That was until I recieved a knock on my door stating from an officer that you died in battle. Now instead of crying happy tears, as fate would have it the rain hides my sorrow.