Waiting there was torture...counting down the seconds till I see his face again... not knowing if he will ever arrive, or if I will have to wait forever, waiting for him to come back... a car pulls up and my heart skips a beat, a man walks out...its not my man... he's wearing an officers uniform. I pray to god that he is not going to give me what I have fearing the most for these past 2 years... The man walks up to me with a serious look on his face, he passes me a telegram and he bows his head in sorrow... I fall to my knees, tears silently falling from my eyes, as the officer turns and walks away... I shakily open the telegram with my ice cold fingers:
Your husband, Alex Jones has been reported as K.I.A STOP. He died for his country And to protect you STOP his last words were describing your face STOP We are sorry for your loss.
Official Soldiers Unit
Waiting...waiting....waiting....now, not waiting for him....but waiting to die....so I can be with him....and stop my endless waiting...