An Old Jacket
And a ring
I remember it vividly. All of it. How could I forget something like that? You can’t; you don’t. Sometimes you wish you could, but you make sure you don’t.
I found it in an old military jacket that I found at salvation army. I guess they thought it was an old one that never got used. Or maybe someone donated it, not caring about it’s historical or familiar worth. But there was a hole in the back of it. Probably where the man had been shot. There was blood stains — is blood stains — on the letter. And the photograph. I still haven’t opened the letter. Nor the chest. Yes, there’s a chest. I’ll explain it all in due time.
First the picture” it’s of a girl, except her face is faded. Well, the whole picture is faded, her face just more so than the rest. From what I can tell she was pretty. But I digress. There was a note on the back of the photograph, it was short and sweet.
Tell her I love her and if I don’t make it back, give her the chest.
And then it gave the address and instructions to the chest. I followed the instructions and found the chest. I haven’t found the lady yet. And so the chest and the letter remain unopened.
Until today.
I opened them in the hopes of finding the young woman.
The letter:
Thanks for reading!