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       If You're Gone 
   DIR By: Maggie Flannery
       Date: October 14, 2018, 6:11 am
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       A/N: Just a very short little drabble in the sad/ Alternate 60's
       verse for Sam & Colleen Lindgren. Song used: If You're Gone -
       The Byrds. Timeline: February 1968 was one of the worst months
       due to the Tet Offensive.
       February 1968
       “Hey, Colly looks like you’ve got mail…a bunch of it.”
       Glancing up from unpacking one of the last boxes in the sitting
       room Colleen was met with an image of her best friend, Helene
       dragging in bundled parcels of letters from Walt Kline, the
       local postman. It had been a bitterly cold day with snow in the
       forecast. She and Helene had finally finished setting up the
       living room and place was finally looking like home. The
       fireplace was roaring, the record player was primed with a
       selection of well loved records, a combined collection that made
       building a life together all the more real.
       “What in the world. They’re all from Sam. Every single…”
       Colleen’s hands shook as she took each bundle, they were the
       letters she had written to him and he had tied with his old boot
       laces, something he had always done. Her heart rose into her
       throat as the walls of the tiny clapboard house she and Sam were
       supposed to call home until they were old and grey closed in on
       her.
       “If something happens to me they’ll send someone. They don’t
       send letters unless you’re MIA or POW, Colly. But nothing’s
       going to happen, I’ll be back after eighteen months.”
       Sam had told her this late one night a week before he got his
       papers to leave. They’d had an eventful, if rushed day. They had
       married quietly and quickly down at the court house and then
       made it back to her mother’s house for a family dinner and
       reception with their nearest and dearest.  He only had a month
       to go and he’d be home. She had the proof circled in bright red
       felt tip on the kitchen calendar since he had told her. There
       was a solid knock on the front door and Colleen knew.  Her mind
       reeled as she got up, she felt like she watching herself in slow
       motion. The Byrds played on lamenting a lover having gone.
       ‘If I need you, it's to me you're everything
       If I have you, if I love you just the same
       If you're here, the night is rightly gone before.’
       Two of them. Dressed to the nines in their uniforms and stone
       faced stood on her doorstep. She felt her legs go out from under
       her as she clutched the doorjamb and screamed. Begged them to
       leave her be and that there had to be a mistake. She couldn’t
       remember their names but what she’d been told was seared into
       her mind forever.
       The official notice and his dogs tags were handed to her. His
       body was coming home in due time, which in normal civilian
       language meant a week.
       “On the behalf of the United States Army we would like to offer
       you our deepest condolences, Mrs. Lindgren.”
       ‘If you’re gone, then there is nothing that remains.’
       “He can’t be gone, Helene. He just can’t be gone.”
       The cold pieces of metal in her hand told her otherwise as she
       tried to momentarily block out all the memories of his face, his
       smile, his voice and all the could have beens and should have
       beens of the life they should have had together.
       “He just can’t be gone.”
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       Re: If You're Gone 
   DIR By: Wolfy
       Date: October 23, 2018, 12:40 pm
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       I read this and the first thing that came to mind was one of my
       least favourite scenes from We Were Soldiers ( but also a
       favourite scene, too ). It so made me think of that one scene
       when Hal Moore's wife, Julia, along with her friend whom is also
       an army wife, Barbara, take the telegrams to those wives whom
       have lost their husbands, as opposed to having a cab driver
       deliver them, and it brought back a flood of emotions that have
       been totally pent up since the last time I watched that movie.
       This drabble is a heartbreaker and I feel so, so sorry for Col
       right now. This is every army wife's worst fear and it's so
       tragic.
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