The flight back from Vietnam was crowded and long. The offensive has failed the war was now over for some.
It took four days to get to the small hospital in the old white clapboard New England town.
The endless war far behind him. He was at last a minute away from seeing his beloved Catherine. He met the Nurse in the hallway. How is she he asked? Her seasoned eyes looked at the floor she shook her head sadly.
And the baby he whispered? Again her head shook. The words just too hard to speak.
Catherine was pale and weak. Upon seeing him she managed a smile upon his arrival. Her beautiful smile That had stolen his heart So long ago now..
Oh darling, I am going to die. Don’t let me die. Hold me in your arms! Hold me tight. Don’t let me go. When you hold me we cannot be parted If you stay with me I shall not be afraid.
As she left him The bells tolled from the old white clapboard tower of the church. To celebrate the end of the war for some.
He carried her lifeless body to the window. It was a beautiful spring day. Overlooking the square the townsfolk had gathered to give thanks to thier Gods. And we’re singing Amazing grace.
Someone released a flock of white doves they soared in a cloud high up to the azure sky They glided past the window as if to carry her soul to heaven.
He kissed her still lips For one last time. And whispered to her. Peace at last my love.
Inspired by Ernest Hemingway For Whom the bell tolls. Jude