The After Life

It’s been 5 years since the war ended. A lot has changed since then. When I was brought to the hospital after Operation Overlord My wound was so severe they had to amputate my right foot. Since then I haven’t been able to run or jump. All I can do is walk with sticks. But I’m not going to weep about it, other men have lost much more, and many their lives. My foot was a small price to pay. Not long after my foot was amputated it was confirmed that Emily was the nurse I’d seen the night I arrived at the hospital. She approached me several times but I never noticed it. Not until the day my mind was in peace and I was well again. When I noticed that she’d been the one to take care of me when my nurse was busy with other patients I never let her out of sight. We spent a few days together before I was sent home. We even had someone declare us as man and wife. When I got home I moved back in with Kyle, but nothing was the same. My wife was a nurse out in the war, my mother was dead and on top of it all, I couldn’t get a job because of my foot. Also After my mother died my sister couldn’t stand living in the house her mother had died in so she, her husband and his family moved all the way to Grand Island. Briefly after Hitler’s suicide on the 30th of April Emily made a short visit, but she left almost as fast as she had come. I eagerly waited for her. One and a half month later she was sent home. She wrote letters saying that she didn’t want to meet me. She wrote that she was sick. And I had no address to reply to. Eventually I got irritated so I went to her house, several times, but she was never there. I suspected she was staying in Lincoln with her grandmother. I found no luck there either. But one day I received a letter which apparently was meant for someone named Dr. William Jones. In it was an address. I knew I should have told her before I went there but I didn’t. The address had lead to a very small hospital. When I first saw her she was lying sick in bed, not able to get up. She had been honest. She was feeling very bad and was in a very deep depression. As it turned out her father had died in lung cancer. When I saw the big bump on her abdominal. My heart almost stopped.

I almost lost her, her and my child. But luckily she recovered. We couldn’t stay in the small village where we’d lived all our lives. The memories were too much for her. We had to move. I remembered dreaming about living by the river in Omaha, Nebraska when I was 16. Having a picnic with my wife while my children played in the water. And how I would teach them how to swim and fly a kite. So with the money she got from her inheritage we bought a house in Omaha along the river and border to Iowa. We’ve been living there ever since, the year is 1951. I’ve kept a very close relationship to Kyle and we often visit each other. He still lives in father’s old house, he’s married and has two children and one on the way. Amber past away when giving birth to her latest child. That was two years ago. We had her buried next to mother and father and Emily’s miscarriage. She would have liked that.
I’m now 31 years old and I live with my beautiful five years old daughter Ashley, my two years old son Kevin, my mother in law and my lovely wife Emily, who by the way is pregnant. Hopefully God will let us keep this one. I almost forgot to mentoin that we’re rich(!), which I’ve never been in my entire life, but money isn’t really important. We live in a small mansion with two maids and a gardener. Emily works as a midwife and I am a full time father.

I personally think that the US is pretty okay. The economy isn’t doing that well but we have enough money. What I don’t get though is this Marshall Plan. If we need the money, why are we lending it away? But I do see a few positive things about it. Another thing I find odd is the tension between the Us and the Soviet. Fingers crossed there won’t be another unnecessary war. But I don’t want to get too involved with those things, I’m trying to stay away from everything that has anything to do with the second world war. I’ve had enough of that. I sometimes dream about the warfields and the dead bodies, some of them were my friends. It’sard but it get’s easier since Emily understands, after all, she was out there herself. I’m not great, I’m not fine, but I’m managing. My children make me happy but sister’s, my father’s, my mother’s and my baby’s deaths have put a heavy weight on my chest. And don’t get me started on the time I served in the war, I’m trying not to think of it. I’m not planning on forgetting, some things are meant to be remembered, but I don’t mind not thinking about it.
I try to live a normal life, or a life as close to normal as possible. Hopefully our children and their future children won’t have  to suffer a world war. I hope no one ever will have to suffer a world war ever again. It is awful.
Sincerely,
Trevor Cassity.

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The D day

Troops landing the northern french coastline

It was the 6th of June 1944, early morning. Operation Neptune, aka Operation Overlord, was in action. We had one mission; to invade the French city Normandie. We invaded the city early in the morning. I was in the group of the airborne landing. We would jump out of big planes wearing parachutes and invade the city. We were 24 000 airborne soldiers; British, American, Canadian, Norwegian and free French. For the first time of my time here in the war I felt kind of safe. Like I had my buddies beside me, through thick and through thin, and most importantly, through war. It was the first time I’d ever been in a group of such size. And that calmed me, but it didn’t last long until the adrenaline started pumping through my veins. I heard the others talking about the landing in Omaha Beach. There were 195 000 soldiers who had been sent over water to invade the coastline. Over 5000 ships had been sent to Omaha Beach. The numbers were impressing. I remember jumping. We were so high up I thought it would have been impossible to survive. But it wasn’t. My parachute unfolded, unlike some other soldiers’ parachutes. It was awful to see one or two fall down to the ground while I was watching, unable to help. But the feeling of jumping out from an airplane, soaring around in the sky like a little bird among my flock. It was amazing. But quickly after we landed we were all back to reality, back to war. Waiting for us on Utah Beach were german troops. They were shooting at us, shooting at the planes and at the parachutes. So we responded with fire. We knew what had happened to the first troop to land the coastline. It was a british airborne group. Only 10% of them had a chance to survive, over 4000 people from that group died. But that was 6 hours ago, and knew that the day had gotten better and better ever since. But we also knew there was a german troop which was forcing the troops of the allied back towards the beach. For what seemed like decades we fought until there was nothing but bones and pieces of body parts left of us. Luckily, I wasn’t hurt. Sure, a scrub or two, but nothing serious. Before Emily left for war she gave me a small little pocket angel. I think it’s what keeps me safe. But it’s also what makes me worried, she should be the one with an guardian angel, not me. Bullets were flying everywhere and I could hear friends whom had been shot, screaming, suffering severe pain. But this was war, and such things as pain were not relevant. I had been in the war for almost a year when they decided to give me a break. Then they called me back in, I never even got a chance to go home and visit mum and Amber. Nor Kyle. I was going back and forth so often I started wondering if I’d ever get to go home ever again. But then I got the letter. That awful letter. Mum was no longer with us. At first I couldn’t believe it. But then, when the news had sunk in, I felt so guilty. I hadn’t seen her since I left for the war at the age of 19. That was 5 years ago! So eventually I got to go home for the funeral and stayed for a month before they shipped me back. I remember checking on Kyle. He still lived alone in the house we once had shared with each other. He had his own business . He was a carpenter, and he managed to pay all the bills every month and still had some money left for clothes and food and tools. A grenade woke me from my daydreams, my flashbacks. The picture off my mother lying in the coffin slowly disappeared and suddenly all I saw was fire.

A half year later I was in the same position. German troops had gone to attack against allied troops on the 16th of December in southern Belgium. Therefore I was sent there the 23rd of December. I arrived the 24th of December. Happy holidays! I wasn’t nor ever will be a fan of killing on Christmas eve. I kissed the safety angel twice that day, I needed the luck. And as it turned out, I wasn’t the only one. I had hurt right my ankle, a bullet had hit the bone. I guessed the safety angel Emily gave me didn’t work any longer, maybe it was worn out. I was given sticks to walk with. After my short visit at the infirmary I was told that my foot was half paralysed. The bullet had hit a nerve. When the bullet had been removed I couldn’t move my foot without a wave of pain going through my body. I wasn’t allowed to carry any heavy weight, I hoped that they would send me back to America, back home. But they didn’t. I still needed the medical care so they decided to send me to a bigger hospital with a doussin other soldiers who also needed medical care. We were all in the back of a truck, the cold weather had no effect on the truck. We were all sweating. Though I think the driver was freezing, he was wearing Russian gloves. I remember seeing him wear them as he entered the truck. The people in the truck were good people, normal people. They were no murderers, but normal just like you and me. Therefore I made a lot of friends, but I knew the risk of loosing my new friends, it had already happened before. It was usual. Death was the point of war, if there was a point. We woke up to the sound of a gun. The driver had probably just gotten shot.We heard steps outside but no one checked the truck. We waited for about half an hour. Then one man left the truck and went to take a look at the driver. He came back and told us the driver was dead. Then he took the place of the driver and started driving. We changed drivers every two hours, which did not turn out for our benefit. Everyone had been driving in different directions. The next morning we were lost. It took us the whole day before we ran into an american convoy. At that point we were starving and our wounds had gotten worse. They shared their bread with us, took our truck and put us all in an ambulance. There was a hospital near, not so big though. It wasn’t the hospital we were supposed to go to but it didn’t really matter. We just wanted to rest.

My memory from the rest the of the afternoon was weak. I remember being carried in, having ice put on my foot, the word blood poisoning and a nurse singing a lullaby. I also remember waking up not feeling my right foot from the ankle and below. And I remember the face of an angel. She had brown curls, green eyes and light skin. She was Emily.
Sincerely,
Trevor Cassity.

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The 7th of December 1941: Pearl Harbor under attack

The second world war has begun.
For a while I actually thought that the United States of America could stay out of another European war, but I was proven wrong.
Eight days ago Pearl Harbor was under attack. About 2,729 were killed during the Japanese attack. The next day USA declared war against Japan.
The 11th of December Germany and Italy declared war against USA, and in response USA declared war against Germany and Italy. Cuba, Nicaragua, Costa Rica and the Dominican Republic also declared war against Germany and Italy. The next day USA declared war against Hungary, Romania and Bulgaria after receiving their declarations of war against the US.
My friend, Sam, was called in for mobilization of the US army. He is only 18. This happened the day after the attack on Pearl Harbor. Alexander, who used to live near our house, also got called in for mobilization. He is 23. I’m being called in for mobilization in a couple of days too. It’ll happen at any time soon. Amber offered Kyle to go live with them in Lincoln while I’m gone, but he refused to. And he is very stubborn. He misses father, he could never leave the workshop nor the house. I just hope the social services won’t take him when I leave for war. I have a lot of things to do before I leave. For instance I haven’t told Emily that I can’t marry her, even though I want to. I want to feel like there’s a reason for me to come back home. But she might not wait for me. Emily told me that she wants to help out on the war fields. Her cousin gave her that idea. Her cousin said that she will take over her husbands farm and continue farming so that the brave soldiers will have food to eat when they’re out in war. So now suddenly Emily wants to be a nurse. That’s why I haven’t spoken to her yet, I’m kind of confused. And I haven’t really made up my mind. I’m not even sure I want to. But I’m short on time, so the talk has to happen soon. Perhaps tomorrow. I really don’t know what’s going on. I’m such a nervous wreck. My pen pal in Germany wrote me that his brother died in the war so now he has been sent out. Since his parents are English you might think that he’s fighting for England, or because of the fact that he was born in Frankfurt you might think that he fights for Germany. But no, he only fights for himself. He wrote that he doesn’t know who’s side he’s on right now, or which country he’s in. In the beginning he was with a German group, but he quickly got lost. The Germans thought that he had died and didn’t care. But really he’s just with an English group who’ve also gotten lost out in the chaos. Therefore I just really don’t want to go to war. I’ll be all alone with a bunch of strangers with bombs falling down everywhere. I don’t want to die, not only for my own sake, but for Kyle’s as well. And how would mother feel if I died, she would only get worse. But I guess I have to man up. Who knows, I might just meet Sam or Alexander out there. Fighting for everything that’s worth fighting for. Fighting for peace. Killing for peace. Isn’t  it ironic?
Sincerely,
Trevor cassity.