In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Connect the Dots.”
Open your nearest book to page 82. Take the third full sentence on the page, and work it into a post somehow. ~ Daily Prompt 1/14/15
The officer knocked on the door of the house on the corner of 5th and Saddleback. His demeanor was stoic, as he was there on official business of the United States Army. This was one of his duties that he hated with passion, delivering the bad news to the wives and families of servicemen serving for their country.
Cindy opened the door and immediately knew it was not going to be good news.
“Oh no, God no, please don’t tell me any bad news,” she cried, fighting the fear swelling in her heart and throat.
“I’m sorry Mrs. Sanderson, on behalf of the United States Army, I have been asked to give you the news that your husband is Missing in Action in Iraq.” His words were short and precise. No matter how many times he has had to deliver such news, it never got any easier.
“Oh no, Oh my God, no!” She sobbed.
“The United States is doing everything in their power to try and locate your husband. This does not mean he is dead because, at this time, we do not know.” He put his hand on her shoulder, wishing he could do more than this to comfort her. With a heavy sigh, he turned and headed back to the jeep.
Cindy closed the door and broke out into wailing tears.
Once her tears were all spent, and with a heavy heart, she sighed, “How will I make it through this night?”
At the same time, in an abandoned building in the back country of Iraq, her husband, Ronnie, was lying on the dirt floor, badly bleeding from a leg wound. He had used his undershirt to tie it around the area of the wound to stop the bleeding. Lying still and in pain he thought of his wife back home in the states and began softly singing,
“Come and lay down by my side
Til the early morning light
All I’m taking is your time
Help me make it through the night…..
Yesterday is dead and gone
And tomorrow’s out of sight
And it’s sad to be alone
Help me make it through the night…
“Help me make it through the night, she thought.” Was the third sentence in the book, Riversong by Tess Thompson.