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  • Writer's pictureCherish Michele

The Fallen Hero

Updated: Feb 15, 2022

“One day, I’ll make you my wife,” you promised me.

That short little sentence filled me with so much glee.

It gave me hope for a better future.

A future full of adventures,

a future full of children,

and many, many pictures.

You taught me what love was, and I am grateful for that fact.

But we had only been married three days when you got deployed to Iraq.

I counted down each day,

eagerly awaiting your arrival, as I looked at all of our pictures,

on my face, a big smile.

In my favorite one of ours, you had swept me off my feet.

A camera in one hand, as we dashed down the street.

That was the night that my little brother said he wanted to be like you,

And you joked that of all the dreams in the world, he chose the hardest one to pursue.

We laughed, because at the time, it was said in jest.

But had I realized how truthful your words were,

I surely would have been more distressed.

August 21, I remember it like it was yesterday.

It was on that tragic day,

that those knocks on the door came.

I was lying in bed, thinking about life, when I saw through my window,

those red and white stripes.

“Is he home early?” Was the first thought that crossed my mind,

because I didn’t want to believe.

I didn’t want to believe...that you would be gone from me.

We were supposed to grow old together.

That's what our future held in store.

I wondered why my body temperature was the opposite of the weather,

as I walked down the steps to get to the door.

“Til’ death do us part, forever and always.”

That’s what I was told.

And I was naïve enough to believe it,

because on that altar, as I looked into your eyes,

I forgot that this world can be cold.

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