Let Us Never Forget

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It was late, Saturday night, the day before our second wedding Anniversary, and I awoke with a start. Something was different, I knew for sure. It was a bit scary, since my husband was away in Iraq.

We had been married for two years and had a son, Tim, Jr., who my husband, Tim, had never seen. Tim was a proud Marine Sgt. and had gone off to protect us all and serve our Country which we loved so very much. It had been almost a year since I had seen him and I ached for him so deeply it is beyond words to describe. I would, naturally, have preferred for him not to have to go, but I knew in my heart what he was doing was right ... he had to go and nothing could have held him back. The night he left, his final words to me were, "Don't you worry about me, I swear I will return to you, no matter what." Besides missing him all the time anyway, I was reminded, every morning when I awoke, he was not here. I could not smell the aroma of the coffee he brewed every morning for us since the day we were married. Sundays were also especially bad for me, because he had always placed a little red rose, out of our rose garden, on his pillow for me every Sunday morning when he got up.

I turned over and saw him standing in the doorway, his usual big smile on his face. He was wearing his camouflaged fatigues, and was holding his son for the first time. I don't believe I ever saw him look so happy or so loving than at that moment. I bounded out of bed and rushed to him, kissing him and hugging him as all the built up ache within me rushed out at once in a flood of emotion.

We held each other, looking at our son, grinning at our son, laughing with our son, loving our son and each other, and then ... it was time for us ... for us to be together and alone again ... time for our love to be shared again ... again, after all the lonely months... after all the fear ... after all the heartache. We took a final look at our young son, safely in his crib, then Tim took me in his arms and carried me to the bed, gently laying me down, caressing my face and running his hand softly through my hair. "Know I'll always love you, no matter what." he said gently. I noticed the Purple Heart medal on his chest as he began to remove his clothes, saving his military t-shirt for last. As he removed it I saw the bandages wrapped tightly around his stomach, a slight tint of blood off to the side. My heart almost stopped at the sight, but Tim reassured me it was not serious, and the bandages were just a precaution, he was almost totally healed, and felt no pain.

Slowly, with deliberate pace he loosened the buttons on my nightgown, pulling it open and gazing at my breasts.

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