It's the fourth fall of this God-forsaken war. Tommy's been gone since the fall of 1939, so I don't get to see him at all. I write to him every other day. That is, until recently.
You see, he's living on a Navy boat somewhere by Hawaii, patrolling. The Japanese have been putting threats towards the U.S. Because of the recent attacks. It makes me nervous to think about it, but he tells me all the time that he's alright. So, I just go with it. I guess I'll just have to wait until it's mail day.
The other Navy wives share the same worries as I do. They worry that their husbands wont return and they'll get a telegram, “Dearest Mrs. ----, We are sorry to inform you that your husband has passed away fighting for our country. We send our condolences. Sincerely, Uncle Sam,” or something like that. I just pray to God I never get a letter like that. I can't imagine ever losing Tommy. I love him too much.
Oh dear, it's getting late. The news will be on soon. I have to listen to see what's going on with the war. Wait, there's a knock at my door. When I answered, there was Betty with a package in her hand. It was a white box with a purple ribbon around it. I thanked her and sent her off. It said “To my dearest Sandra. I love you. Happy early birthday. Love, Tommy.”
When I opened it, I sat in awe for a moment. The pearl heart I had always wanted. The lovely piece was 1 ¾ inches in height and about 2 inches in width. The ribbon it was hung on was light purple of a silky type. The expensive kind.
“Breaking news! This just in: the Japanese Navy has sent torpedos to Pearl Harbor where they exploded and set the entire Harbor ablaze! So far nobody enlisted there for active duty has been accounted for. The United States Navy is doing an island-wide search for the missing men,” I gasped; Tommy, “the only thing happening so far is the U.S. Air force is taking action to put out the fires on the harbor. More news tomorrow at 7 PM.
*****TBA*****
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