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Authors: Cassie Laurent
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Waiting for Her Soldier (2 page)
March 6, 2013
Hi Darren,
What’s wrong? What do you need to talk to me about?
Lauren
I dropped my letter in the mail early the next morning as I walked out the atrium of my apartment and into the cold morning air, headed to another long day working at my shop.
CHAPTER 2
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March 14, 2013
Lauren,
There’s so much to say, but I don’t think I could ever express how much I’ve missed you over the years, even before I shipped off to the Middle East. I never expected things to get this hard.
I don’t mind the Marine life. The rations, the patrolling, the long hours and the hot Afghan sun. All that stuff is child’s play to me. What’s hard is that it seems like everyone back home has abandoned me. I don’t hear from my friends anymore; they’ve all graduated college and gotten married. They’re living their cushy civilian lives while I fight for their freedom.
Truthfully, I wouldn’t mind so much, but everyone seems to have forgotten about me and all the other soldiers fighting overseas. As far as they’re concerned, it’s like there isn’t even a war going on. I’m risking my life every time I walk out on foot patrol. But the rest of the world could care less.
The reason I wrote to you, however, was that the other day I received a letter from Jessica. She’s leaving me to be with another man. I don’t know who he is or anything about him. All I know is that he’s there and I’m not. Can you imagine that? I’m off fighting thousands of miles away, and she couldn’t even be bothered to wait for me.
That’s what finally crushed me. I was fine as long as I knew I had someone waiting for me, but then one day it all crashed down on me. The woman I had committed myself to was having an affair, the woman I’d sacrificed everything for had abandoned me in my hardest hour.
The only thing that sustained me was knowing the importance of my mission, knowing that I was fighting to protect the American way and help spread freedom to the people of Afghanistan.
I know that after what happened between us it was a long shot as to whether you’d be able to forgive me, or if you’d even respond to my first letter. But I can’t tell you how much seeing your response affected me. I know it will take you a long time to be able to trust me again, but please try.
I miss you.
Sgt. Darren Henderson
CHAPTER 3
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March 22, 2013
Hi Darren,
I’m sorry to hear about Jessica. Well, not really. You know how I felt about her and truth be told I think you’re better off without her. It might not seem like it right now, but eventually you’ll realize she was wrong for you. You’re tough, so just stay strong.
I know you have a good heart Darren, and I know that it wasn’t your choice to break things off with me. I just wish I’d heard from you sooner. Do you know how much I’ve worried about you over the past few years?
It may seem like everyone has forgotten about you and about the war you’re fighting, but it isn’t true. A few days before I received your letter, I read a story in the paper about a woman who was arrested because she refused to wear a burka. I’m glad to know that someone is out there fighting for that woman’s right to be free. You’re a good man, and I have no doubt you’ll see your way through this hard time.
I’m going to keep writing because I want you to keep sending me letters telling me you’re ok. Please, be careful out there, Darren.
I love you and I want you to come home safely.
Lauren
And honestly, I did love him. I had never stopped caring about Darren, no matter how much I had tried to hide that fact from myself. I made sure to mail my letter as I walked to my shop early the following morning.
CHAPTER 4
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Weeks went by before I received Darren’s response. I was a bit anxious, but I kept busy at the shop. I was kicking myself; why did I tell him I loved him in my last letter? He had to understand I didn’t mean it in a sexual way, right? I mean, we had been best friends, I cared about him a lot. But had I come off as desperate?
I tried to put my apprehensions out of my mind, and once things got busier at work I all but forgot about it. I was so distracted by all the details of running my own business that I was caught somewhat off-guard when I found Darren’s letter in my mailbox over three weeks later. Just seeing his name on the envelope excited me and I rushed into my apartment to open it.
I turned on the lights and tossed my purse on the counter, sitting down hurriedly at the kitchen table to tear open the precious letter.
April 13, 2013
Lauren,
I couldn’t have received your letter at a better time. It’s been a hard few weeks since I last spoke to you. I know in my last letter I was more focused on my feelings of abandonment: Jessica leaving me, not hearing from my closest friends, missing my life back home. As I look back on that letter, with the benefit of hindsight, I’m not sure what I was really complaining about. Things weren’t so bad then.
You’re probably wondering at this point what I’m getting at, so I might as well just spit it out. We had a very close call yesterday while out on a very sensitive operation. We’d received some intelligence regarding an insurgent hideout a few miles from our base and over the past few days, our leaders had been developing an operation to neutralize these militants. Our lieutenants had pinpointed the exact location of the insurgent compound and painstakingly planned out the raid.
I’ve been on several similar operations before and everything looked normal, nothing to worry about, just a typical search and destroy mission. Little did we know that the hardest part of the mission would be getting to the compound itself.
We left under cover of darkness in a team of twelve, one of the most elite forces in my platoon. About five hundred meters away from our base we found ourselves under heavy fire; there had been a second militant hideout that we hadn’t picked up in our intelligence gathering. We called for backup and another squad came to cover us as we re-evaluated our situation.
As we ran for cover, a Lance Corporal triggered a homemade bomb planted by the insurgents and was blown fifty feet into a ditch. At that moment, I forgot all about my own safety. I grabbed one of the others on my squad and we pulled the Lance Corporal out of the ditch, carrying him back to the base while still under heavy fire.
We ended up taking the insurgent hideout, killing sixteen militants and recovering a number of weapons and bomb-making materials, but we’d paid a huge cost. That night I watched as an evacuation helicopter touched down at the base to pick up the soldier, a kid of only nineteen years, who had stepped on the explosives. He was in critical condition and truth be told, I don’t know if he’s going to make it. I’m still waiting to hear back from headquarters.
If I didn’t think I was making a difference, I don’t know how long I could continue on with being a soldier. The only thing that keeps me going is knowing how important our mission is.
But really, Lauren, I’d like to hear about what you’re up to these days. I spend so much time thinking about militants and IEDs and convoys and compounds that what I really need is a good dose of home. It’s funny, I’m fighting for a country that I love, but I’ve been over in this damn desert for so long that sometimes I forget what it’s like to be a normal American.
Anyways, it was good to hear from you. I look forward to your next letter.
Sgt. Darren Henderson