He, walks down the high way, down the Cold frosty, bitterness of his fingers  as he tucks his hands into his sleves,  and rubs his hands together tierdly, his eyes close with pain and thoughts of his  Beautiful wife at home, thinking he is not coming home, from the war, trying so hard he sits down on the nearest   Edge of a  brick wall, and ties his black tough boots,  as his cold fingers rub the dark painfull bruses on his face, he thinks of his wife, at home safe, but also heartbroken, knowing that he coudnt write back to her last letter because  the other army base planted a bomb in his cabbin,and the letter went into flames of the burning fire, he wispers, Oh How I giorni sono passati così in fretta il suo modo heartbraking pensare a lei solo sconvolto, affranto, ( meaning in italian, oh how the days have gone so fast  its so heartbraking to think of her alone upset, heartbroken,) he bites the soft cut on his lip" and  looks at his riped Gloves, and how proud his wife will be of him for defending his contery, Great Britan, he is so proud to be british also he is half italian, which makes his accent, very Gentle but dusky, "sighs" he stands up looks up at the sky, as snow falls volently, around him,  he  heads off home,  kisses the locket round his neck of his beautiful wife and his beautiful baby that he has no idea she has given birth, supporting your contrey, for nealy, over three years, is a long time, away from the people you love,








[: Yo Guys, should i write more? i know my Grammar, messed up but that is because i have learning disibilites,so i really struggle, with  writing and my grammar and where to put what or this or that or in certan places, so i am really sorry but i really hope you guys enjoyed, the story, if you want me to write more you can comment if you want to  maybe some of you can help me [:? xoxoxox