For some Remembrance day brings thoughts of those who fought and died so we could all be free.Not for me...
I remember my mom.
She was but a young girl of 16 when the war was going on, and the Norwegian soldiers had a base in our tiny hometown. She told me stories of leaving
school to work washing the uniforms of the soldiers..and how she fell in love with one them.
After she past away many years ago, while going through her things in an old cedar chest in her bedroom, I found the love letters..from the Norwegian
soldier to her.
I could see the smeared ink from the teardrops,on the old yellowed paper, and part of me felt it was wrong to even touch them, let alone read
them.Even though they were few in number...there was so much love conveyed in those letters.
She never saw him after the war, and waited till her 40's to marry. But she always gave herself away when she was thinking about him as she'd burst
into songs that she danced to way back then...and this was her favorite:
The love of a woman to a warrior is a perilous journey to take. For there is the chance that the two hearts will never re-unite. A heart that doesn't
have that closure never truly heals. Not completely.
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