Gisella sat at home counting the days her husband would return from Iraqu. She read the letter over and over again.
Gisella,
I will return home in the time span of two weeks. Im excited to see you and the baby. I’ve missed you two greatly. Im in good health and condition. See you soon.
Love Mark.
He was coming home in now what was a week, he was finally coming home. Gisella could not wait. He’d been gone for so long, she needed him, she missed him. She picked up her baby, Nina, and held her.
“Daddys coming home.” she said excitdly to her little girl. She took the baby to the window to see the snow falling down. The phone rang. She walked over to the phone.
“Hello.” she said brightly.
“Mrs.Henderson Im sorry to report, but your husband has died this morning. We will send his uniform and all belongings to you.” Gisella dropped the phone and broke into sobs.
“He was coming home, he was coming home.” she screamed. She laid on the floor sobbing. He was that colse to coming home. Her heart broke.