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Challenge nr.1by
Sommartel, November 19th. 2063
Dear Colonel Mac Queen,
Thank you Colonel. For everything.
It's so important for me to know that my baby's father didn't die alone, that someone was by his side and held his hand ! So, he'd been able to go away quietly, peacefully. He was so afraid of falling without any friendly face around him !!
He was a nice guy, you know ! The husband every woman would like to have beside her.
I remember the first time he talked to me...
He was animating a birthday party, dressed up as a bunny. With his chubby face, he was absolutely delightful ! I fell for him when he offered me some carrots instead of flowers, with this so personal smile on his face, with all these stars in his grey eyes !
He was so funny, so surprising, always ready to joke, the first to laugh...
Ask his mother : the perfect son was named Salomon ! Every mother want to have such a child. Till he joined the Corps, everyday was mother's day. He never spent 24 hours without a phone to his parents !
He didn't have time to be a father. He would have been so happy though ! The day he died, I was eight months pregnant... All he wanted was to be at home to watch his kid's birth ! He would so much wanted to have a little girl, and give her the name of Zarah...
But his son is born without him. Salomon Junior will never know his father. The only thing he'll ever get are some pictures of a fat man in uniform, proud to be part of the Space Marine Corps, ... and a cold medal. He'll never hear his voice, nor the sound of his laugh... He'll grow up without the feeling of a proud father's look upon him...
It's so hard to be alone.
There was so many things we wanted to do together, so many words we didn't say...
For my son. For OUR son, I must go on, keeping a smile on my face while my heart just want to cry.
I must forget the whole little things I used to adore in him, as his smell after a jogging, the way he used to hold his beer, or the sweet voice he used to call my name...
I miss him so much ! Everything of him, the good and the bad, the virtues and the flaws...
But he was a Marine.
Really, I try to reassure me, to believe in his faith... But the pain is so strong ! How can people deal with this terrible feeling ? How can I watch my son growing up, looking like his father more and more each day, and not cry, shout to the whole world the life is unfair ?
My husband is dead now ! The man I loved, the one I was living for, ... I was made for !
Did I say to you Salomon joined the Marine Corps to protect his family, his country? He believed in his mision. He was so proud to wear the uniform.
In his latest letter, he told me you vere going to be his CO for a while, dear Colonel.
It's odd ! I've heard so many cruel, stupid things about In-Vitros !
May God bless you, and protect both you and your squadron during that horrible and useless war. May peace come soon, and bring back happiness and friendship on Earth !
Sincerely yours
Yasmine Monk, and Salomon Junior
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