The war was over. General Turpentine stood outside the door of his house. Inside were his wife and their children. Beneath his feet was soft fresh snow. It was still falling. The street and the houses covered with the white stuff made for a pretty postcard. The silence was welcoming. No more sounds of war. He was one of the lucky ones. He came home to his family. Still, he couldn’t stop thinking about Maddie, the colored nurse he’d met during the war.
Maddie dropped her Christmas card into the mailbox. She hoped the General would get it in time.
I wrote this story for Remembrance Day and in honor of those brave men who fought for freedom and so many other things. If you are interested in reading the first part of the story of General Turpentine and Maddie, click Here.