Thank you Mr. Postman!

 

 

Have you ever felt that you didn’t thank somebody enough for something they did for you? What if that something they did for you was really important and made a huge impact on your life?

I was cleaning the house and I found somebody’s old photo album with pictures from a war. I couldn’t identify the war, but the photos were portraying the tough conditions of a war. As I was cleaning the bedroom, I decided to change the sheets. I didn’t realize though that I used the short ones. I’m a tall person and once I crawled into bed that night, I could barely cover my shoulders…

That night was the coldest night of my life. The wind and the snow were hitting my muddy chest. I was trying to stop my body from shaking and my teeth from chattering. I was leaning on the trench with a gun in my hands. I was clenching it because of my tense muscles. The night started with the enemy bombarding us with strong artillery. I didn’t remember seeing the water truck coming that week and the food was almost over. I don’t even know why we’re still here and what we are fighting for. Soon the snow became rain and everything became more difficult. The noise of the rain mixed with the explosions and gun shoots made me overwhelmed. The captain ordered us to attack in that moment. I took my gun, I asked to my God to keep me in health, and I raised my head out of the trench. Moments after we shot into the fog, a silence took possession of the night. The enemy stopped attacking. I was cold and tense and I tried to move a little bit. I moved my head. In that moment I saw the Sergeant falling down with a bullet caved on his forehead. I was shocked. While I was looking at him, paralyzed, a bullet launched my helmet far from me. I kneeled, scared, and I took my friend’s body in my arms, trying to stop the blood. The captain was ordering me to leave the body and run to the base. The enemy was advancing and we needed to retreat…

Once on the truck, the unpaved road was disturbing my view. The night sky was losing its darkness. A strong light overcame my eyes, and I felt as if I were passing out. A moment later, I returned to that truck. I was thinking of my buddy Daniel. In my thoughts, I was asking myself…How did we meet? I had doubts. Who is Daniel?

The captain ordered us to jump off the truck and go prepare the base for the final attack…

Everything was ready. The rain wasn’t too helpful. Same position. I was colder than earlier and my beautiful Sarah was in my thoughts. I knew I could die that night and I was so sad because I hadn’t heard from her in the past two months. I was there – alone and wet – under a cold rain that was hitting my skin. I wasn’t ready to die. I could feel tears coming down my face. She promised she would write me. I felt lost and abandoned. I wrote her so many letters without receiving even a word back…

I was counting the seconds, waiting for the enemy. At some point, I smelled her perfume and a strange light shone into my eyes. Then darkness again… a truck turned off the lights. I was able to read only Mail Service. A guy came over to me and asked who I was. He figured that I was the one he had been searching for, and he handed me the letter. I opened it. She reminded me about my promise…

I decided on that night, that it wasn’t my time. I needed to return to my forever Sarah. I promised to her I would return back into her arms. I promised her an eternal love. I needed to keep that promise…

I read her words over and over again. The postman told me that the country thought our battalion was dead. It all became clear – that’s why I hadn’t heard from her!

 

He decided to return to the base and bring the only letter that was sent for this camp. He went there even though we were declared dead more than a month ago. He came there even though he knew the enemy would be there. He honored the country.

That letter reminded me of the promise. That letter was there thanks to the courage of a man. That man, the mailman, had a huge impact in my life. He brought me the necessary strength to fight to stay alive.

Thanks Mr. Mailman!

My Sarah was still there, waiting for me. I was happy… I only needed to reassure her that I was keeping the promise.

 

But how?

A huge bomb exploded on the mail truck, injuring the postman. The captain was loosing blood on the mud. I could hear the others’ screams and cries. I was afraid. I was afraid that I wouldn’t keep my promise…

Another bomb exploded. I looked at my right hand, covered in blood. I couldn’t feel it anymore. I was cold and scared. I was crying and praying. I started to recite Our God

As I was praying, the silence returned and the noises of the bombs weren’t ringing in my ears anymore. The peaceful image was earning a stronger light. A moment later, I was being shaken awake, and I could see her face above me, giving me kisses…

I saw her beautiful face and her sunny smile. I was in her arms, close to her in our bed. I was cold, but happy.

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