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𝙰𝚙𝚛𝚒𝚕 𝟷𝟿𝟺𝟸

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𝙰𝚙𝚛𝚒𝚕 𝟷𝟿𝟺𝟸

Six months had passed since the attack on Pearl Harbor. The harbor was still haunted with silence. The girl's small house had been almost dead silent except for the few nights they spent together. The hospital was still filled with patients and most of the nurses found themselves working all day. June only saw Barbara and Sandra at dinner or early in the morning. Of course, her and Evelyn had spent a lot of their free time together as Danny and Rafe were gone.

June didn't know how she was doing it. Danny had been gone for three months. According to Sandra, the baby is due around early July. Due to the pregnancy June had been excused form most work at the hospital. She had been given a desk a few weeks ago and she had been filing away charts and giving a few shots here and there.

She wrote Danny every day and at the end of the week, she would send all eight letters together. She knew that they wouldn't reach him for a few weeks but she had no other way to talk to him. About every month she received a bundle of letters from Florida and every time she saw the manila papers tied with a string her heart soared.

Each letter was a mix of emotions. Sometime he would ask about the pregnancy or offer names for June to think about. Danny always started and ended the letters the same. The first and last thing he would always write was I love you. Usually, June and Evelyn would share their letters with each other. Of course, June still wrote Rafe, just not as often as she wrote Danny. Rafe's letters were similar to Danny's. It seemed that both of them had her pregnancy on their mind.

Evelyn had taken care of June for the past three months. Every since her stomach had grown past June's feet Evelyn helped her everywhere.

"Three more months," Evelyn said as she helped June to bed.

June smiled up at her as Evelyn walked to the desk. She handed June a bundle of letters and June smiled. Evelyn sat on the edge of her bed and slowly tore open her letter. June slowly untied the string and shuffled through the paper. She slowly opened a letter and quickly noticed a difference.

𝙳𝚎𝚊𝚛 𝙹𝚞𝚗𝚎,

𝚂𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚎𝚗𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚖𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚍𝚊𝚢 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝙸 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚝𝚘 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝. 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚞𝚗 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚜𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚋𝚎𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚘𝚛𝚒𝚣𝚘𝚗 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚘𝚌𝚎𝚊𝚗 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝙸 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚣𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚖𝚊𝚢𝚋𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚞𝚗 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚖𝚘𝚘𝚗 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚠𝚑𝚘 𝚛𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚕𝚢 𝚖𝚎𝚎𝚝. 𝚃𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚊𝚕𝚠𝚊𝚢𝚜 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚜𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚊𝚕𝚖𝚘𝚜𝚝 𝚊𝚕𝚠𝚊𝚢𝚜 𝚖𝚒𝚜𝚜. 𝙱𝚞𝚝 𝚘𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚒𝚗 𝚊 𝚠𝚑𝚒𝚕𝚎, 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚍𝚘 𝚌𝚊𝚝𝚌𝚑 𝚞𝚙, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚔𝚒𝚜𝚜, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚕𝚍 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚜 𝚒𝚗 𝚊𝚠𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚒𝚛 𝚎𝚌𝚕𝚒𝚙𝚜𝚎. 𝙸 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚞𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚑𝚘𝚠 𝚠𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚐𝚘𝚝 𝚘𝚞𝚛 '𝚘𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚒𝚗 𝚊 𝚠𝚑𝚒𝚕𝚎' 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚠𝚎 𝚐𝚎𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛. 𝙽𝚘𝚠, 𝙸 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚕𝚢 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚞𝚗 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚜 𝚖𝚎 𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚞𝚗 𝚠𝚑𝚒𝚕𝚎 𝙸 𝚝𝚎𝚕𝚕 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞. 𝙸 𝚝𝚎𝚕𝚕 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚑𝚘𝚠 𝙸 𝚏𝚎𝚕𝚕 𝚒𝚗 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚊𝚐𝚎, 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚌𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚢 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚏𝚕𝚊𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚌𝚝 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚒𝚝'𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚜𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚎𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝙸 𝚋𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚎𝚟𝚎 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚢 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗 𝚒𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚑𝚘𝚕𝚎 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚕𝚍 𝚒𝚗𝚍𝚞𝚕𝚐𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚗 𝚊 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚍 𝚜𝚞𝚜𝚙𝚒𝚌𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚋𝚎. 𝙱𝚞𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚋𝚎. 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚕 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚘𝚗 𝙸 𝚏𝚎𝚕𝚕 𝚒𝚗 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚒𝚜 𝚋𝚎𝚌𝚊𝚞𝚜𝚎 𝙸 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝'𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚐𝚒𝚗𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚎𝚗𝚍 𝚘𝚏 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐. 𝙸 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞.

𝙻𝚘𝚟𝚎, 𝙳𝚊𝚗𝚗𝚢

June smiled as she looked up from the letter. She set the letter on the bed and moved her fingers to the next letter.

𝙳𝚎𝚊𝚛 𝙹𝚞𝚗𝚎,

𝙸 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞.

𝚈𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚍𝚊𝚢 𝙸 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚢 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚝𝚘𝚕𝚍 𝚖𝚎 𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝. 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚢 𝚘𝚏 𝙸𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚞𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚞𝚗. 𝙸 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚣𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚢 𝚒𝚜𝚗'𝚝 𝚜𝚘 𝚜𝚒𝚖𝚙𝚕𝚎. 𝙰𝚌𝚌𝚘𝚛𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘 𝙿𝚒𝚎𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝙱𝚛𝚞𝚎𝚐𝚎𝚕, 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝙸𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚞𝚜 𝚏𝚎𝚕𝚕 𝚒𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚜𝚙𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐. 𝙵𝚊𝚛𝚖𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚙𝚕𝚘𝚠𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚒𝚛 𝚏𝚒𝚎𝚕𝚍𝚜 𝚝𝚛𝚢𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘 𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚜𝚑 𝚠𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚙𝚊𝚜𝚜𝚎𝚍. 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚢𝚎𝚊𝚛 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚋𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚍 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚍𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚜𝚎𝚝 𝚒𝚗 𝚊𝚏𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚖𝚎𝚕𝚝𝚎𝚍. 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚎𝚍𝚐𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚘𝚌𝚎𝚊𝚗 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚌𝚎𝚛𝚗𝚎𝚍 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚒𝚝𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚏 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚠𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚜𝚞𝚗 𝚖𝚎𝚕𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚠𝚊𝚡. 𝚂𝚎𝚎𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚕𝚢 𝚞𝚗𝚜𝚒𝚐𝚗𝚒𝚏𝚒𝚌𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚕𝚢 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚘𝚏𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚊𝚜𝚝, 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚊 𝚜𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚜𝚑 𝚚𝚞𝚒𝚝𝚎 𝚞𝚗𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚒𝚌𝚎𝚍, 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝙸𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚞𝚜 𝚍𝚛𝚘𝚠𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐. 𝚃𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚜𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚜𝚑 𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚊 𝚜𝚖𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚠𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚠𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚊𝚛𝚖𝚎𝚛𝚜, 𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚘𝚠𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚚𝚞𝚒𝚌𝚔 𝚛𝚎𝚌𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚕𝚍 𝚠𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚠𝚒𝚙𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚒𝚗𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚍𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑𝚝.

𝚃𝚑𝚊𝚝'𝚜 𝚠𝚑𝚢 𝚒𝚝 𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚘𝚍 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚢𝚘𝚞, 𝙹𝚞𝚗𝚎. 𝚂𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚑𝚘𝚠 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚁𝚊𝚏𝚎'𝚜 𝚍𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚑 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚍 𝚊 𝚠𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚙𝚞𝚜𝚑𝚎𝚍 𝚞𝚜 𝚝𝚘𝚐𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛. 𝙽𝚘𝚠, 𝙸 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚢𝚘𝚞'𝚛𝚎 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚊𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚠𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚖𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚙𝚞𝚜𝚑 𝚞𝚜 𝚊𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚝. 𝙳𝚘𝚗'𝚝 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚛𝚢 𝚝𝚘𝚘 𝚖𝚞𝚌𝚑, 𝚜𝚠𝚎𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚝, 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚗 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚎. 𝙸𝚝 𝚠𝚘𝚗'𝚝 𝚋𝚎 𝚝𝚘𝚘 𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚐. 𝚈𝚘𝚞'𝚛𝚎 𝚖𝚢 𝚑𝚘𝚖𝚎, 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚌𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚐𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚜 𝚖𝚎 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝙸 𝚝𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚘𝚏𝚏.  𝙸 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞.

𝙻𝚘𝚟𝚎, 𝙳𝚊𝚗𝚗𝚢

𝙻𝚘𝚟𝚎, 𝙳𝚊𝚗𝚗𝚢

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