The Vietnam War: A Short Story

It is September 2, 1945. The radio is on like it is everyday in the nurse's office; the song that is on has a story behind it. I love the song, and the story. We hear a sound come on the radio that cuts off that beautiful song and that isn’t familiar; it sounds kind of like an alert. It’s almost my lunch break, and I’m trying to figure out whether to go to Sammy’s or Fred’s for lunch. I decide Sammy’s as usual. The sound is still going off, so I ignore it and go on my lunch break. As I walk out of the office everything seems normal, but when I get into town people are everywhere, more than usual. I hear a lot of screams and cheers. People I don’t even know are shaking my hand, hugging me, and talking to me. I am almost to Sammy’s when someone turns me around to talk

Right then and there I remember Wayne. I remember his face, his scent, his charm, and our memories. Everything comes flowing back. Prom, the lake, school, the beach, and everything else. I then wonder if he made it, if he’s okay, and if I might see him again. I had not really thought about him since I got this job as a nurse and moved to New York City, but before that I missed him like crazy and wanted him to come home. Then out of nowhere he kisses me. Wayne, that same boy I was just thinking about, my boyfriend from high school who was drafted into the war was home, was here, and was kissing me. I hadn’t seen him since graduation day. That day was the last day I received a hug, a kiss, a glance, anything from him, and that day was the last time I saw him until now. He has me wrapped up in his arms. I kiss him back with all my strength, and once the kiss came to an end I began to cry. “Why are you crying beautiful?” Wayne said to me. “It’s been so long I thought you would have forgotten about me” I reply. “I could never forget about the girl of my dreams, the girl that I love, and the girl I can’t live without” said Wayne. Then at that moment he got down on one