***This story is purely fictional, and will be told from the soldier's wife perspective***

"Chuck, come get your snack!"
Today marks the half way mark of my husband being deployed. Now I can finally start counting down. Just a few more months. 
"Mommy!!! Robby is at the door! He says he wants to talk to you!"
Robby? What the heck is he doing here? He is Bill's best friend. They did everything together, ever since they went through Basic Training together 12 years ago. Why is he here? He is supposed to be deployed with... Oh god, please! No!
I approach the front door, already shaking, expecting the worse. I ask Robby in a very shaky voice, "Robby... why are you here? Aren't you supposed to be overseas with Bill?"
Wordlessly, he hands me an envelope with my name written on it: Martha. I instantly recognize the handwriting; it's Bill's. 
The fact that Robby didn't say anything and just handed me the envelope is not a good sign. As I start to open the envelope, I see Robby burst into tears. At this point, I know what the letter is about, but I have to open it. 
I turn to Chuck, and tell him to go play his video games upstairs. he bounds up the stairs, not realizing what has happened. Bless his innocent little 6 year old heart. 
I open the letter, and this is what I find: 

Dear Jessica, 
Tomorrow is going to be the biggest day of my life. Even bigger than our wedding day, or that Honey Moon in Japan, or even when Chuck was born on July 4th, 2008.
I think back to a few months ago, and we were talking about all of things we were going to do when I got back from deployment. We said that I was going to put in for a few weeks of leave, we were going to go that beach house your parents own, and we going to leave the kids with the grandparents.
I still remember the taste of your strawberry lip balm, as I savored that last kiss that I would get for a long time.
I remember hugging the kids, and saying that Daddy was going to come back, and bring them gifts.
Tomorrow, we go on a raid, and there is a good chance that I might not make it back. I know I swore to you that I would never write one of these letters, because you think it's a curse. If you are reading this, then you were probably right. I died in combat. But please, don't be angry at me. Just know that you are going to be taken care, and that my last thought was of you. I died doing what I love to do, and that is serving my country. I died how I wanted to die, with my friends by my side, telling me that it was going to be alright. 
Please don't be mad at me, dear. We talked about this, and we knew it could happen. We just didn't want to believe it. Well, now we have too, because I am not coming home. 
Please, tell my family that I do not regret anything, and please, forgive me for breaking my promise to you. I know I said I would come home in one piece, but since you are reading this, that's not happening. 
Love, Bill


I burst into an uncontrollable tantrum, screaming at how this can not be happening, and that this is not fair. Bill promised to come home; how could he break his most important promise to me ever? I can not accept that Bill is gone. 
"He's gone, Jess. I know you don't want to hear it, but he's gone. He died in my arms, and I still refuse to accept it"
I am just in a frenzy now. I can not control myself. I start think about Chuck, and why he hasn't came down to check on me yet, but knowing him, he is taking full advantage of being told he has to go play his video games, so he probably has his music and television on full blast. Normally, I would scold him for this, but I can't help but be grateful at this point for it. 
"Bill fought as hard as he could. He said he would never forgive himself for breaking his promise."
That did it. Just when I thought my fit could not get any worse, I screamed so loud that I even hurt my own ears. This whole time, Robby is just standing there, tears running down his face just as bad as myself. 
"He also told me to give you this." He pulls a ring out of pocket, and it's on a silver chain. "He said that he wants you to wear this."
I immediately put it on. I know exactly what it is: it's the ring I gave him 20 years ago, our Freshman year of High School. I gave it to him because just like all of the girls, I fell for the High School Football Quarterback. It was every girl's High School Fantasy come true. I remember being so happy that he chose me over all of the other girls, especially the cheerleaders. I am actually surprised that he still had it. I thought something had happened to it in college, since we lost so much stuff after we got engaged during our Sophomore years. 
"Thank you, so much, Robby. You will never understand how much this means to me!" I then fall into Robby's hard frame, and continue my uncontrollable sobbing. 
Robby is the closest thing to Bill that I will ever have now. But, how do I tell Chuck? I don't want to. I need to get myself under control first. 
I continue to cry for hours, just lying in Robby's arms on the couch. The last thing I remember is Robby crying so hard, that he made a noise, and then screamed. Robby never made noises, let alone screamed. He never showed emotion. It was at that point that I knew that this was not a dream; Bill was really gone.= 

I like this story...
But ehh, who's Bobby? It sounds like a typo from Robby, the name I gave to you and used
But the Story is good enough, but yeah
[4:36 AM] thing1: it's gonna be a tear jerker... just a warning
It was a good Story Nice job on i, I hope to see more!

TheJmsGamer : Thanks. I fixed it. 

thing1 :
Btw, I found another typo, "But, how to I tell Chuck?"
I think it meant 'How Do I tell Chuck?' / 'How to tell Chuck?'
That's my guess, if not, what did you sort of mean bu the phrase? But yeah, it's still a great short story, any information of making a Story on the war when Bill died? Id love to read that

TheJmsGamer : You want me to do a story about the war time story where Bill is killed? Am I reading that right?