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    Love Letters – (Chapter: 3)

    Story written on March 5, 2007 by Spears06.
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    Another Country

    I went into Fort Irwin that night and slept until the next morning when I would receive my orders. It was the longest night. I kept thinking about how only 24 hours before I was lying in a bed with Ashley and she was accidentally spooning me in her sleep. I found that sleep didn’t come so easily to me after I had slept in a bed with her. I knew that tomorrow held a large array of what would come next.

     

    I was awoken at 4:45 in the morning. One of the sergeants gave me a slip of paper. They were my orders. I stared down at the words, not believing my eyes. I read the slip over and over again. Then finally it hit me. I was going to Afghanistan.

     

    I packed my duffel and prepared myself for what was coming. I was going overseas. To do what exactly…I wasn’t sure. As I packed my duffel I remembered that I had packed my cell phone. It wouldn’t do me much good overseas but it would do me some good now. I quickly dialed Ashley’s number. She didn’t pick up. I really didn’t want to leave her a voicemail about it all but I knew that she would be wondering, “Hey Ash, it’s Spence. I just called to tell you that I’m flying overseas today. I’m actually…I’m…they’re sending me to Afghanistan Ashley. I don’t know when I’ll be able to speak to you again. But I will be writing. Tell my parents what’s going on so that they know. I…I love you…bye.” I hung up the phone.

     

    The flight overseas was long and by no means thrilling. The plane was filled with men and women alike. All of us were worried about what was to come. Things were rough in Afghanistan. I didn’t know which was worse, being shipped off to Iraq or where I was going. Hours upon hours later we landed.

     

    As I got off of the plane I noticed the horizon. It was dessert. There wasn’t much of scenery. I suddenly flashed back to the days of living in Ohio and I remembered how beautiful it was to see the trees losing leaves in the fall. Then I flashed back to the Los Angeles night skyline. This was completely different.

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    4. :-( ashie. ashie noooo. spencer. see. this is what happens…you leave and you in turn cause the girl you love and the girl that loves you to almost lose her life. dont get me wrong. i totally appreciate and support the troops for all they do…but ugh. its hard when it tears my spashley apart :-(!

    5. ok thats some straight up Nikki shit…lol and you KNOW what I’m talking about! lmao but as for elizabeth…DAMNIT! I’m so not even like that…btw born in bridgeport, ct…raised in richmond, va punk! :P-Tiff

    9. :-( ashie. ashie noooo. spencer. see. this is what happens…you leave and you in turn cause the girl you love and the girl that loves you to almost lose her life. dont get me wrong. i totally appreciate and support the troops for all they do…but ugh. its hard when it tears my spashley apart :-(!

    10. ok thats some straight up Nikki shit…lol and you KNOW what I’m talking about! lmao but as for elizabeth…DAMNIT! I’m so not even like that…btw born in bridgeport, ct…raised in richmond, va punk! :P-Tiff

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