Letters From You
Story time/Dear Nurse
(March 30th, 1944)
I really had done a number on myself trying to pick that guy up on my own. Now I was down to one good arm as the left was in a sling for the next few weeks. Luckily I’m right handed and it won’t affect my letter writing. I reached over to grab my newest letter from Niall. I started to year it open. The room always had a calming silence when I opened one of his letters as if everything outside of my tent stops for a moment.
(Niall POV)
Dear Nurse,
Well the war front here in France is a complete mess. We lost a few more good guys. Which has made it really tough to keep positive. Giving up seems easy. Running away from it all. It’s been months since I’ve heard a voice that wasn’t a part of my battalion. I think that’s what I miss most. Hearing other sounds voices. War makes me miss the menial things. I’m sure you know what I mean. But more than all that I know it will be better to see this through. See the end of a war that seems endless. Be a decorated war hero. That’s what keeps me going. Anyway to answer the many questions you asked me in your letter I’m not going to disappear when this war ends. Me and you are pen pals for life scouts honor. It will be easier then anyway no more enemy nonsense from others. How could I get rid of the one other person who keeps me sane? No foolin on that your letters give me solitude. I don’t just read them like a book it’s like I’m with you seeing what you see hearing what you here. Takes me to a new place. Does it do that for you? I know I’m not exactly a novelist with my letters to you so maybe not. I can try. Been awhile since I told you a battle story. Believe it or not I do leave the fox hole for battle. I know my letters do prove other wise. Just yesterday night was an interesting.
The whistling of another bomb was falling in the distance along with various shouting. I was hunched down near my rifle in hand checking to make sure it was ready in case of any sneaky night walkers. I’m just on watch but I could feel my heart racing. There was something about nightfall that still made it all unsettling.
I’m getting to the end of my shift nearly 0400, only an hour to when I hear a snap in the grass a crunch of footsteps. I slowly rise to my feet. Trying to keep quiet as possible as to not give away my position. I glance around no one was visible but I can still hear the crunch of footsteps. I have to play this safe. Any situation normally I would just ask who’s there but I right now have the element of surprise.
the crunch was getting louder. Whoever it was was letting theirselves be known. Crunch, crunch, crunch…thud. Thud? Did they trip? I slowly emerged into the light streaming down from the moon. Gun still raised.
“aw aw ah is ow”
when I flashed my flashlight down to see Harry on the ground clutching his leg. I lowered my weapon. “What the hell?” My heartbeat slowed up a bit.
“why were you going to shoot me?!”
“why are you wandering around out here in the dark?”
“I got lost during watch. You don’t have to shoot me for it!” he replied his voice slightly shrieking
“don’t be such a chicken. Get up”
Harry rose to his feet brushing off the excess dirt “those Krauts have to worry about you. I couldn’t even hear you until you were right up on me.”
“that’s the point now go back to camp before General Tomlinson has both our heads”
“alright alright.” He muttered strutting off
Now that I think if it you sort if had to live it out. Either way next time a bullet nearly takes my life you’ll get the full story. This I getting lengthy no? Just one last thing I absolutely love that you think sweet. It’s nice to hear. I can promise you I turn about five shades of red. But don’t tell anyone that. I’m going to wrap this up now I hear the post coming so I should get this to him.
Your Soldier,
Niall J. Horan
P. S I think Lucille is a perfectly English name. But I do wish you could write Giovanna it’s a much more beautiful name for a beautiful girl.
(Giovanna POV)
I couldn’t wipe he from from my face. He thinks me and my name are beautiful. I mean I knew that he thought I was a dame but beautiful? That’s new. And I like the sound of it.
I really had done a number on myself trying to pick that guy up on my own. Now I was down to one good arm as the left was in a sling for the next few weeks. Luckily I’m right handed and it won’t affect my letter writing. I reached over to grab my newest letter from Niall. I started to year it open. The room always had a calming silence when I opened one of his letters as if everything outside of my tent stops for a moment.
(Niall POV)
Dear Nurse,
Well the war front here in France is a complete mess. We lost a few more good guys. Which has made it really tough to keep positive. Giving up seems easy. Running away from it all. It’s been months since I’ve heard a voice that wasn’t a part of my battalion. I think that’s what I miss most. Hearing other sounds voices. War makes me miss the menial things. I’m sure you know what I mean. But more than all that I know it will be better to see this through. See the end of a war that seems endless. Be a decorated war hero. That’s what keeps me going. Anyway to answer the many questions you asked me in your letter I’m not going to disappear when this war ends. Me and you are pen pals for life scouts honor. It will be easier then anyway no more enemy nonsense from others. How could I get rid of the one other person who keeps me sane? No foolin on that your letters give me solitude. I don’t just read them like a book it’s like I’m with you seeing what you see hearing what you here. Takes me to a new place. Does it do that for you? I know I’m not exactly a novelist with my letters to you so maybe not. I can try. Been awhile since I told you a battle story. Believe it or not I do leave the fox hole for battle. I know my letters do prove other wise. Just yesterday night was an interesting.
The whistling of another bomb was falling in the distance along with various shouting. I was hunched down near my rifle in hand checking to make sure it was ready in case of any sneaky night walkers. I’m just on watch but I could feel my heart racing. There was something about nightfall that still made it all unsettling.
I’m getting to the end of my shift nearly 0400, only an hour to when I hear a snap in the grass a crunch of footsteps. I slowly rise to my feet. Trying to keep quiet as possible as to not give away my position. I glance around no one was visible but I can still hear the crunch of footsteps. I have to play this safe. Any situation normally I would just ask who’s there but I right now have the element of surprise.
the crunch was getting louder. Whoever it was was letting theirselves be known. Crunch, crunch, crunch…thud. Thud? Did they trip? I slowly emerged into the light streaming down from the moon. Gun still raised.
“aw aw ah is ow”
when I flashed my flashlight down to see Harry on the ground clutching his leg. I lowered my weapon. “What the hell?” My heartbeat slowed up a bit.
“why were you going to shoot me?!”
“why are you wandering around out here in the dark?”
“I got lost during watch. You don’t have to shoot me for it!” he replied his voice slightly shrieking
“don’t be such a chicken. Get up”
Harry rose to his feet brushing off the excess dirt “those Krauts have to worry about you. I couldn’t even hear you until you were right up on me.”
“that’s the point now go back to camp before General Tomlinson has both our heads”
“alright alright.” He muttered strutting off
Now that I think if it you sort if had to live it out. Either way next time a bullet nearly takes my life you’ll get the full story. This I getting lengthy no? Just one last thing I absolutely love that you think sweet. It’s nice to hear. I can promise you I turn about five shades of red. But don’t tell anyone that. I’m going to wrap this up now I hear the post coming so I should get this to him.
Your Soldier,
Niall J. Horan
P. S I think Lucille is a perfectly English name. But I do wish you could write Giovanna it’s a much more beautiful name for a beautiful girl.
(Giovanna POV)
I couldn’t wipe he from from my face. He thinks me and my name are beautiful. I mean I knew that he thought I was a dame but beautiful? That’s new. And I like the sound of it.
Notes
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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 :)
4/12/15