Under A Cherrie Blossom Tree by Bobby McGruer (e reader .TXT) 📕

Dear Annie:

I had been here for a month and I miss you so much. You are in my thoughts constanly. All I think about is you, mamma and the family. I know mamma is probably suffering the most since Ike is also in this horrible war, sometimes I think we made the wrong choice to become soldiers but it was our choice. At times I want to run back to Virginia and
embraced my mom, tell her we didn't mean to make her
go through all this pain, I am so truly sorry. Also our wedding is on my mind, I was thinking that a spring wedding would be so nice, family and friends gathered for our special day. I am wearing the engraved ring you gave me, is a symbol of your love for me.

I do remember when I was a boy that kept playing I was a soldier, now I am a real soldier but this is not a peace of cake, this is really thought, specially being away from the people I love so much, specially my love. I loved to look into your eyes and see the reflection of your love for me. I had never met a girl like you in my whole life, sweet, caring and loving, I felt for you at first sight. I just hope that Ike finds a girl like you someday, someone who would love him as much as you love me.
I write to you everyday, I just need to keep you close
as much as I can. Lately I had been thinking about my
grandfather who died in the war, you know he is buried at Arlington, I used to visit him there every Sunday, I loved my grandfather even though I don't remember him. My grandmother always told us stories about how they met and their love story, those love stories touched my heart and I pray that I could find a woman who would love me as much as my grandmother loved him, God heard me because I found the best girl in the world.

I loved going to Arlington and feeling the peace of that place on my soul, every spring the cherrie blossoms looked more beautiful and I felt in love with them too. I told myself that if one day I was bound to make this my home I wanted to be buried under a cherrie blossom so the petals would fall in my white stone. I know you don't want to hear this from me but a soldier has to think of this things,
I think you understand me, don't you baby?. Would you go with mamma on Sundays and take some flowers to grandpa in my name, I just want him to know that I haven't forgoten him. Annie, I love you so much it ackes, this love is stronger than ever. Do think of me as I think of you.

I love you

your Bobby

Publication Date: 12-04-2010

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