I have a new book of short stories, The Futility of Loving a Soldier, coming out December 1st from Evolved Publishing.
The Futility of Loving a Soldier is a collection of eleven short stories about the effects of combat on relationships with military friends and family. Moving between why we love our soldiers to why we hate them, The Futility of Loving a Soldier demonstrates that we wouldn’t want lives without them.
Today’s excerpt is from “A Family Tradition: Jozef, WWI,” about a man grappling with a lost love following his service in WWI. In this scene, he’s saying goodbye to her before immigrating to America.
“Why can’t you stay here? Don’t you love me?”
“Suzanne, of course I love you,” he said as he squeezed her hand, “and I want to stay but there’s no future for us here. If I go to America, I can make money for us, and for the children we’ll have some day.”
She nodded, a single tear trickling down her cheek, and said, “I know, but I’ll miss you because I need you here.”
Joos brushed her tear with his thumb. What to say; they’d had this discussion dozens of times since he’d announced he was immigrating.
Suzanne grabbed his hand, pressed her lips to his palm, and said, “Hold onto this, Joos; hold onto my love until we’ll be together again.”
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