Post by Mac Bargett on Oct 22, 2008 15:26:12 GMT
Country: United States
Current Time: 5:00 PM
Weather Conditions: Chilly, slight overcast
Mac Bargett, Senior, stepped into his small 5 by 15 foot office space, which he had built onto the pre-Civil War farmhouse right before his son had gone to war, and after he closed the door and looked around the almost empty room, he sighed. His wife, Mary, had taken everything out of the room, except for the just-about-too-big-for-the-room roll top desk, which she had emptied and then cleaned and polished. She had also cleaned the wooden floor, the walls, and the single window, the only source of light now that his desk lamp was gone. But he would have to deal with getting it back later, he just got a letter from their son.
Mac the older first read the envelope from Mac the younger. In the top left corner, WAR DEPARTMENT V-MAIL SERVICE was printed beside the postal stamp, and below that, in the cut offoval that revealed the letter inside, TO: Mr. Mac M. Bargett. Gettysburg. PENNA. was written in his son’s hand. Luckily his wife had kept his letter opener and his favorite pen in his desk, and Mac Sr. opened the envelope with the small replica of the Confederate cavalry sword his grandfather had liberated when he defended this home. Opening the letter, he skimmed pass the censor stamp and his son’s address, and went straight to the scribbled message,
Dear Mother and Father,
This is the first time I had any time to write since I have arrived on the base. But with the settling in and the training, and the fact that I haven’t really met anyone here yet, since they are all veterans and I’m the new guy, I really don’t have much to tell you. I only wrote to say that I’m fine and healthy, and to thank you mom for the bologna and the Hershey chocolate. They went fast, you know how much I like them, so send more. And I want to thank you especially dad for talking with your old war buddies and boosting me up a few pay grades to sergeant. Although, this might have had some unforeseen consequences, somehow I ended up in a Welsh unit (They tell me that’s a separate part of England.) But it’s fine, there is no reason to try and get my transfer. Yet.
Your son, Mac.
Mac Senior smiled at the letter, then realized that he had to quickly find all of his stuff before Nancy came home and made him throw most of it out.
Current Time: 5:00 PM
Weather Conditions: Chilly, slight overcast
Mac Bargett, Senior, stepped into his small 5 by 15 foot office space, which he had built onto the pre-Civil War farmhouse right before his son had gone to war, and after he closed the door and looked around the almost empty room, he sighed. His wife, Mary, had taken everything out of the room, except for the just-about-too-big-for-the-room roll top desk, which she had emptied and then cleaned and polished. She had also cleaned the wooden floor, the walls, and the single window, the only source of light now that his desk lamp was gone. But he would have to deal with getting it back later, he just got a letter from their son.
Mac the older first read the envelope from Mac the younger. In the top left corner, WAR DEPARTMENT V-MAIL SERVICE was printed beside the postal stamp, and below that, in the cut offoval that revealed the letter inside, TO: Mr. Mac M. Bargett. Gettysburg. PENNA. was written in his son’s hand. Luckily his wife had kept his letter opener and his favorite pen in his desk, and Mac Sr. opened the envelope with the small replica of the Confederate cavalry sword his grandfather had liberated when he defended this home. Opening the letter, he skimmed pass the censor stamp and his son’s address, and went straight to the scribbled message,
Dear Mother and Father,
This is the first time I had any time to write since I have arrived on the base. But with the settling in and the training, and the fact that I haven’t really met anyone here yet, since they are all veterans and I’m the new guy, I really don’t have much to tell you. I only wrote to say that I’m fine and healthy, and to thank you mom for the bologna and the Hershey chocolate. They went fast, you know how much I like them, so send more. And I want to thank you especially dad for talking with your old war buddies and boosting me up a few pay grades to sergeant. Although, this might have had some unforeseen consequences, somehow I ended up in a Welsh unit (They tell me that’s a separate part of England.) But it’s fine, there is no reason to try and get my transfer. Yet.
Your son, Mac.
Mac Senior smiled at the letter, then realized that he had to quickly find all of his stuff before Nancy came home and made him throw most of it out.
