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Letters From You

What should I know?

"So pal what should I know about you?" I asked fixing the few strangely empty room surrounding us. Not that I minded I would rather have it empty than men dying all over. It brought
to mind a new kind of quiet one only filled by the both of our voices and the faint radio broadcast.
“everything you can learn in the next few hours doll.” Niall smiled sitting up on the bed the blankets draped around his shoulders.
“ tell me something then soldier”
“like what?”
“anything. A story about you, favorite thing, something a friend should know”
“hmm okay I’m good for that” he replied wrapping the blanket tigther around him “well I don’t come from a wealthy family at all. So this war has given me the opportunity to see a lot, France, Italy, Germany, Austria and soon maybe Japan”
“wow a world tour kind of”
“dangerous tour,”
“still pretty sweet. I’ve been in Italy all 4 years. With the blood bath here most people find it amazing I’ve survived”
“you ain’t the only one. I can’t tell you how many times I nearly bit the bullet.”
“the big guy upstairs is watching us both huh?” I grinned “got any plans for what you will do after this war?”
“if it ever ends and I make it out I plan on finding me a gal to settle down with have a couple kids and get a good job maybe back in Ireland”
“sounds like paradise right now.”
“it will be cause us military guys we get taken care of after the war.”
“you talk with a lot of American soldiers?”
“not so much. Why do you ask?”
“I guess all soldiers are like minded. same idea of making it through the war kept up by same dream”
“problem with that dream?” He asked twiddling the loose end of the bed sheet between his fingers
“no I think it’s wonderful. I feel the same way it helps on the days that the war feels like isn’t anywhere near coming to a close. The days where I lose more men in this room then I can count.”
“have you lost anyone close to you?”
I shook my head yes. “My brother Emilio and my mother. The town we live in got a bad taste of the war and they were both killed. Casualties.”
“I’m so sorry.” His head bowed to the floor for a few seconds
“ I know they don’t have to worry about anything now, They are being watched over better than anyone here could. Did you lose anyone?”
“ recently a buddy in battle his name is also Niall. He saved mine and Liam’s lives. He uh pushed us out of the range of a grenade but he couldn’t move quick enough and he got shrapnel to the chest to much for them to save him. ” I could hear his voice getting a bit choked up talking about it. He probably saw it happen right before his eyes.
”le mie condoglianze” I know when he says recently it means that it was here in Italy. “My condolences”
"Italian sounds much better coming from a dame like you than when it’s shouted out of the mouths of angry soldiers"
I smirked a bit. There was that charm again. That and those blue eyes could make a girl change sides in this war quick. “Glad to hear that”
“but you’re English it’s good”
“war teaches you a lot”
“yeah it does it’s a strange experience. Mostly lonely especially without music”
“that I can help with” I reached over for my radio “sometimes if I’m lucky i get music on this thing.”
"Any Glenn Miller, or Bing Crosby?"
"Miller fan huh?" I asked fidgeting around with my radio wasn’t getting much but buzzing and war news
"Yeah he’s just ace at music."
"I cant get anything from this darn thing its near busted. guess no music" i replied pushing my radio back to the table
"if only I had my guitar"
"you play?"
"Yes since I was a kid, it’s a past time of mine."
"I wish my parents made me play the harp"
"You’re so tiny little girl like you with a big thing like that. I see you as more of a violinist or flute kind of girl"
"soldier and music expert. wow quite the Renaissance man.."
"no just a man of many talents." he coyly smirked. "So got any tea?"
(Niall POV)
I talked with my nurse half the night. We talked about anything that came to mind. Music,family, life, and war was a big topic. I had never had so much to talk about a gal with before. She made me laugh and smile. It wasn’t like with the dames back home I didn’t have to flash a shiny medal to get her attention. I could see her eyes following my every move as I spoke. Hard to believe she wasn’t married. After a few hours however I could see her dozing off. She had been working all day so I let her sleep an hour. It gave me time to gather my pack back together. The sun was now slowly creeping up in the distance. A part of me was glad to be returning to my duties as a soldier but another wanted to get to know her more. I gently nudged her shoulder to wake her from he short slumber. “Hello, Excuse me”
Her eyes fluttered opened followed by a smile.”Morning soldier”
"Morning it is"
I could see her eyes scanning my dress. “you’re all ready to go?”
"Yes I just wanted to give a proper goodbye. Like a friend should" I replied adjusting my helmet
"Thanks for that. Your Ma taught you manners." her natural smile from moments ago now changed to the face my mum gave me before I left.
I nodded my head “I’m off to the races”
Upon saying that she wrapped her arms around me and whispered “Be safe”
I was a bit off my guard by it but I squeezed her tight “Same for you”
After a few seconds she tore away wiping the dirt of her fresh white uniform. “Goodbye soldier”
I tipped my helmet as I exited “Goodbye doll”
It was weird feeling like I was leaving her in harms way and wishing I could protect here even though I barely know her. Especially with us on opposite sides of this war.
“hey wait.” I heard her yell her feet hitting the soft icy ground as she rushed after me
I stopped in my tracks and turned around “yes ma’am?”
“ will you write to me?” she asked softly
“write to you?”
“yes letters and postcards. We can a still be friends”
that’s crazy sending letters over enemy lines could get me killed of her. But I would love to have her as a friend. The risk was almost worth it. “How can we make it work?”
“you send me the first letter so I know where you are. When I write back I can use another name not write my address on the outside so I don’t look like spy or something”
it was a plausible plan. Should I go for it?
Publish

Notes

Sorry if its short and lame but I've been pretty busy! I probably won't be able to update again until Friday. So thanks for reading , subscribing, and votes. Spread the word if you like :)

Comments

Oh how I miss this story! Genuinely one of the most creative and well written one I've read! I hope you continue on with it :)

I love this story!!1

@NightShade Hawkins
after reading it I realized that too. But at least it wasn't a guess that she was thinking aha. But thanks so much to both of you guys for reading I'll try and update again real soon! :)

Niallernights Niallernights
4/22/14

Niall's reaction at the end of your newest update: Ah! But (and I'm SO sorry for this) I do believe the word "thinking" was used a bit too often in Giovanna's letter. Other than that, a wonderful chapter, as always. Then again, I never expect anything less than wonderful from you. :)

- Hawkins Xx

Awww that was such a sweet letter.

I think this story was a great idea! I agree with

@NightShade Hawkins

All the way! You are amazing, keep it up


@Niallernights