Mary+Berry

** Mary Berry's Wiki Page ** =         =  __The Last Letter to No One__ Dear Tom, It’s been only a month now. Of course, I miss you. I’m counting the days until you com home. The sun just doesn’t shine here like it used to. All I can think about is you, your kiss, my hand in yours. And your ever so gentle beating heart. I remember how bliss we were, even in the worst of times, when we were together. Your luminous smile glistens in my mind when I go to Daddy’s golden wheat field where you used to work. I just want you back home. I am writing in the journal you gave me, just like you asked. You’re going to have a lot to read when you return to Kansas. I wrote all about everything. I’ve cooked steak and potatoes every Friday, your favorite. Daddy has been working hard lately; he doesn’t have time for many things besides farming. Your parents are at my house almost as much as you used to be. Lila and Rae Anne have comforted me in your absence. I’m actually spending most of my time writing, like I used to. What’s life like in Iraq? I can hardly bear to watch the news anymore…Are you safe? Well, as safe as you can be? Are you hurt? What about your fellow army men, are they okay? It’s all too hard to admit this to you, but I’m scared. What if…you don’t come home? What if I never get to see you again? Oh, Tom. I just wish there wasn’t a war. I wish you could be home with me all the time. How are you feeling, love? I can’t even imagine the horror you face. Currently, I am looking back at the past and I’m thankful. You were the best thing that ever happened to me. I was no better than Daddy’s broken Johnny Cash record before I met you. Tom, you, the love of my life, saved me from a wasted life of loss and regret. You helped me recover when I thought I had lost everything, when my mother had died. The present tense means little to me now; I’m waiting for the future. In 8 months this will all be over. With love, Elle Dear Elle, This so called month had felt like an eternity. I love my country and am proud to serve it, but Iraq is not where I or any man wants to be. I would do anything to hold you in my arms, Elle. The chocolate fudge you sent me was a taste of sweet ol’ Kansas that I desperately needed. More than anything, I require your love and support, which I know I have all of. I’m glad your making good use of your journal. I remember the poems you used to write me when we were in high school. What a classy lady you were and, without a doubt, still are. You have the manners of a Queen, the features of a Goddess, and most importantly the charm and lovability of a small town girl. You put everythin’ down on paper since I can remember and never made a mistake one. Never did you say mean things about other people or judge by appearance. You were always such a friendly gal. I can’t imagine why the whole world isn’t in love with ya’, Elle. In fact, I can’t imagine, since you have the whole world to choose from, how you fell in love with a military man like me. No matter how it all happened, you are worth everything to me and I love you with not only all of my heart, but all of my soul. My life is not something I’d really like to tell ya’ ‘bout, sweetie. It’s difficult. People here suffer more than anyone could ever envision. It hurts me. Awful things happen all over this earth, but not ‘till I been here has it really hit me. I work long days; it definitely strains my body, as if the emotional torture weren’t enough. I’ll be honest, Elle, Iraq is a depressing place. Don’t worry too much, dear; I have a great group of people with me everyday. I’m as safe as I can get. Now, I promise you I will do everything I possibly can to get back to you. I won’t ever quit trying. Your in my heart, always, Tom P.S. Marry me, Elle? Dear Tom, Yes! I will marry you, Tom. Just call me Eleanor Rose Peterson. You should have seen Daddy’s face when I told him you proposed. He was as happy as a honey be in the middle of May. I haven’t seen him light up like that in ages. He really is fond of you, Tom. You being gone has taken a toll on him just as much as anybody else. Today he even hummed a little while he worked. I have a feeling, a gut feeling, that God up in heaven is watching over you. I know that you will make it back now; I just know it. How could God punish us? You are out helping people, our families haven’t ever done wrong, and we are going to be wed! Every night I pray for you to be safe. I pray for your platoon, the people of Iraq, and every man and woman fighting. You will be okay. Soon, you will be home. Your mom is helping me with the wedding plans. We’re going to fancy up the chapel with dozens and dozens of white roses and pretty lights. All of our family and friends will be invited. Daddy even promised he would buy me the gown of my dreams. I know exactly what it looks like. It’s pearly white and strapless with a long flowing train. It’s embellished with embroidered flowers and patters and completed with a beautiful veil that’s decorated with roses. Oh, I do hope you like it. I’ve left the date up to you. When ever you’d like we will finally be together forever…Married! As always, I love you. I love more than any one person has ever loved another before. I miss you just as much. Love from your fiancée, Elle Peterson Mr. and Mrs. Robert Peterson Arkansas City, Kansas Dear Mr. and Mrs. Peterson: It is with deep sorrow that I am writing to inform you of the death of your son, Tomas Reed Peterson. The report states that your son died on November 9, 2007 In Bagdad, Iraq as the result of a tragic roadside bombing. His platoon was on their way to base when the incident occurred. All men and woman in the vehicle were killed by the bomb, as well as the currently unidentified terrorist and 3 nearby Iraqi citizens. The army knows of the distress caused by the death of Tomas. If we become aware of any additional details they will be furnished to you. May you find some consolation in the knowledge that your grief is shared by the army and the country your son loyally served. Sincerely Yours, Robert Cassidy Major General, USA To my loving father: I’m so sorry to leave you like this. I can’t go on any longer, not without Tom. I’ve tried to keep going for you, but the pain is too much. I’m going to join him and Mother in heaven. I love you. You were the best dad any girl could ever have. Goodbye, Eleanor P.S. My last requests are as followed; Bury me in my gown, Bury me next to Tom, Do not mourn over me, Know I will be with you. Dear Reader, My name is Jeffrey James. I am Eleanor’s father. Elle was the best daughter any man could ever ask for. She was blessed with a man she loved, Tom. He was an honest, hardworking kid with a heart that had no bounds. When the bomb killed him, Elle was never the same. For exactly 7 months she spoke only when necessary, did as much work as possible, and when she couldn’t work she did absolutely nothing at all. On June 9, 2008 Elle took her life with a pistol. She left this world on the very day Tom was meant to come home. I’m writing this letter to inform you of the sacrifices, loss, and pain of war. All around Tom were dying, suffering people. He was deprived of sleep and nutrition (he worked 18-20 hour days). Daily, the army was attacked and Tom, as well as so many others, were forced to wound and kill many people (some whom were probably innocent). He saw friends get injured in booby traps and gun fights. He watched Iraqi men and woman be beaten by corrupted police. Tom saw death more than any person ever should. What is the worst of it all? Many Americans fighting this war don’t even agree with it. They are suffering and dying on the front lines for a cause they don’t believe in. But like Tom, most of the soldiers love their country and are willing to serve it. Throughout his time in Iraq, his parents, my daughter and even myself worsened in spirit with each passing moment. We never knew his health or circumstances. We never knew if he was going to come home to Kansas. Each of us was in pain. Once he died, we all were in a coma, a state of denial so far from the truth that nothing was real. Some of us took longer to come out of the coma than others; sweet Elle never did. Of course, we are far from the only people to go through such horrors. Thousands of soldiers have died fighting and their friends and family have suffered as well. I ask you, a fellow American, to show your support for our troops and their families who so desperately need an ounce of hope right now. Thank you, Jeffrey James

note: well, im happy with my story. ive never done the letter thing before and that was fun. not all of the fonts showed up, but it doesnt realy matter. i looked up some stories online about woman's husbands or soon to be husbands or boyfriends who have gone to Iraq before I wrote this. i wanted to know what they talked about. it was different from couple to couple. some of the men said nothing about the war, they didn't want to. other were very detailed about. it was all case by case. i also looked up some basic info on the war which, surprising, was HARD to find. that shocked me, but (i think) our country isn't doing well (especially with bush) and it makes sense. for the letter from the army i looked up a letter. it was from vietnam. its the only one i could find. it talked about telegrams and stuff...haha. well, from it i learned that the army says they are sorry and that overall they talk about teh deaths like statics with names. overall, im glad i wrote this story. THE END!<---with an exclaimation point...

= GAW RESEARCH: = = basic facts::: = = full name - Samuel Langhorne Clemens = = other name - Mark Twain = = born - November 30, 1835 (Florida, Mo.) = = died - April 21, 1910 (Redding, Conn. ::: funeral ::: Woodland Cemetary, Elmira, New York) = = spouse - Olivia Langdon = = children - Langdom Clemens, Susy Clemens, Clara Clemens, Jean Clemens = = = = timeline::: = = = = okay - so it looks like ive done nothing, but thats not true. im not enjoying putting reasearch on the wiki. noooo fun. but the two websites i have on here are amazzing, so i guess i will always have the link! = = = = btw: mark twain rocks! read his books. = = = = = = = =Biboliography:= =[|http://www.marktwainhouse.org]= =http://www.cmgww.com/historic/twain/about/facts.htm=