Chapter 47 - Draft

To commemorate those whom have lost a loved one to war.
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"Daddy please! How can you do this to us?!" Lauren Berlin screamed as tears streamed freely down her cheeks. Her younger sister Cassandra, clung to her fathers leg screaming in tears. Her slightly older younger brother Philip was standing to the side, using all his willpower to stop tears of his own. Mrs. Berlin was leaning in the doorway, covering her mouth and looking away as droplets stained her blouse. "Laura, Im sorry, but the government said, Any man of age whom is fit to serve, must report to the Southeastern Army/Navy base at 4:00pm tomorrow afternoon. And the confederacy is already expecting me. Not showing while in fit condition could mean the worst of this family. I have to go." "The worst of this family is if you leave!" Lauren barried her head in her hands as she sunk to her knees. Cassandra stopped crying to look up at her fathers face, he met her brown eyes with his own green ones. "Papa? When are you comming back?" the man was straining, he looked away from the young childs gaze, a choke escaped her mothers throat as the sobbs shook her all the more. "Honey, I, babe i dont know that im even...comming back." cassandra screamed into tears and cluung tighter. He rubbed the top of her head gently. Her mother slowly pulled Cassy from her fathers leg and he hugged her tightly. He then hugged his oldest daughter who nearly refused to let him go. And after hugging Phil he kneeled in front of him. "Now listen bud, i need you to take care of these girls here. Your the man of the house now. Can ya do that for me bud? Do it for your pop? please?" Phil losely noded his head. "OKay dad. I...I i will." "Thats my son," the man hugged him one last time before closing the door behind him. Wihtout a final word.
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+++++2 years later+++++

A girl the age of about seventeen, stood in the pouring rain. Surrounding her was a cold mist. Obscuring her sight along with the hot tears running down her pale cheeks. Soaked through she angled her head down at a gray stone dug into the ground with red roses and vines wrapping it like a coat. She let out a choke as she read:

JACOB PHILIP BERLIN
ARMY SOLDIER IN A DRAFT
BELOVED HUSBAND, BROTHER
FATHER AND FRIEND.
GONE BUT NOT FORGOTTEN
~1972-2008~
REST IN PEACE

"daddy..." she shuddered at the memories flooding her mind. Frozen, the feeling of strong arms around her stardled her. She eased into the touch as a foreign feeling of warm breath melted into her ears, "This too shall pass." her eyes averted to a stone beside that of her father which read:

"May their souls be blessed with peace."



THE END.

i know not the feeling f such a loss, but in commemeration of those who do.
THANK YOU TO THE LIVES RISKED AND LOST FOR THIS COUNTRY.
LAND OF THE FREE, HOME OF THE BRAVE.
WITHOUT THE BLESSED BRAVE,
THERE WOULD BE NO FREE.

THANK YOU.

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