Author's Note: This story is filed with syntax and this is a creative peace. What is going on here in the story is the point of view of a young soldier and the point of view of William, the man who is sending the letter.
On a hot summer day of July 18, 1960, a brave young soldier named Alexander Selmer prepared for battle in Texas. He started writing his last letter to his
family and his beautiful wife Judy.
Revising the delicate letter with his blue tinted quill in his left
hand. “Solders, Ready in 10, Hurry up. Wagons leaving!” said William
Hepburn Russell
the man who runs the pony express with his two other partners for the long
travel.
“WATTCKET”
smacks the whip on the horse’s behinds. Thousands of miles away from the home
of Carson City, Nevada, Judy and Alexander have a charming three year old child named Emily. Only a few days
have passed for the Pony Express trip, but for the soldiers it felt like it has been a year waiting for the
enemy’s arrival. Waiting for the strike for the land of Texas.
Four
strong horses pulled the thousand pound wagon across the country. This was a long journey for William Russell
and his crew. The boiling temperatures were blistering agents the three
travelers. It has been almost a week and William has only traveled 1,0300
miles. To Alexander, the solder felt like months waiting for his wife to read
the beautiful cursive of her husband ready to serve his life away.
Off
to battle with hope, braveness and strength. Heart pounding waiting for the big
boom to arrive. Alexander praying that his daughter is okay and joyful,
dreaming that he has his daughter in his arms tightly waiting for dinner to be
cooked. Alexander’s thoughts have been interrupted by a gun shot fired from the
woods, “Solders ready, aim, FIRE!” said one of the soldiers in the front of the
line. Gun shots back and forth, bodies found everywhere blood, shooting and body
parts found every direction he looked. It seemed to be too much for this young
soldier to handle.
Alexander remembering about the letter that he sent,
dreaming Judy reading the letter with tears in her eyes, his daughter sitting
on his wife’s lap. Alexander feeling a sharp pain in his upper thigh, looking
down feeling with his had a red gush using from his leg, bleeding threw his
white pants. Falling down to his knees, gasping for help watching in a big
blur, one by one soldiers fall with a rawer to the sky. Slowly closing his
eyes, right before they have sealed two soldiers screamed “Retreat! Retreat!”.
Running back with Alexander in their arms so limp.
The
Roundy’s bar down in Utah, where William Russell and William B. Waddell, Alexander
Majors, holding beers in their hand, dancing with some lovely ladies that they
had just met. As the boy’s were saying their good-byes to the young and still
gorges ladies after a few beers, loading
back into the wagon with a crack of the wipe to wake the horses. On word they
went only three more days to go.
Still drunk after a few hours, everything in
his eyes was just lala land barley staying on the right path horses screaming
in pain, no water or food in over a week. Mr. Majors has been driving for more than ten
minutes and still doesn’t know what he is doing, turning the horses in a
thousand different directions. In the middle of know where the three drunken
men stop to set up a campus for them to rest.
Back
to the grounds of the wounded men that fought like crazy. Everything seemed
rushed, but still a big blur. “Look, he has awaken, welcome back Alexander, how
are you feeling” said a man that looked really familiar to Alexander. Slowly
rising up, still in pain, looking at his bandaged leg. Alexander got a sudden
burst of energy, happy to see his body still functioning. He still has that image in his head, his daughter in his arms, a great smile from ear to ear.
“I’m
alright, still in a bit of shock, but I am still functioning aren't I?”
Alexander said with a bit of sarcasm in his tone. Gradually standing up barley
on his leg, grasping the air for help to keep his balance. “ How long have I
been out?” Alex asked the young man. “Sir you have been at rest for two days,
sir.” With a sharp tone. Waiting for more information of why he was out, was it
because of the blood loss? Will he make it home? Am I going to survive the rest
of the battle? A million questions running around in his head waiting to jump
out. But his biggest question was where was his letter?
“Bang,
Bang” Screamed a gun. “Were being ambushed! Arm your guns and fire!” Screamed
the same man from the tent far away. Alexander’s heart pounding rushing for his
gun, not remembering were the gun prouder was but then he felt eyes on him from
a tree in the woods. BANG! Looking at his chest a hole right threw him. Falling
over to his back the blur comes back waiting for the pain to be over, tears
rushing down his face then the eyes shut.
Ten
minutes away from the town, still at the same rate as they were two nights ago.
Waiting for the pit stop to come so they can rest and start chugging on some
beers. Running the horses as fast as they can to get to Carson City. Finally
the letters are there calling off name by name, passing letter by letter. The
last name called was Judy. Slowly opening the letter and reading holding her
hand over her mouth and starting to cry, feeling her heart drop and falling to
her knees. The letters words hit her
hard praying that he will make it home, her daughter running to her mother on
the ground balling, she picks up the note trying to read the smoothly written
words, and hugging her mom.
A
few weeks later, the soldiers are on their way over to home. All the family’s
standing there hugging everyone and thanking them. As for Judy waiting for the
love of her life to come join her, but there was no arrival. The lonely days are beginning to start, without her husband and no stable job, Judy has to fight everything she's got for her daughter. Showing her husband that she will give it her all to keep their child healthy.