1. Don't Drop Anchor Here (Part VII)


    Date: 5/22/2016, Categories: Love Stories, Author: flytoomuch, Rating: 8, Source: LushStories

    Sometimes Veronica would flare up for no discernable reason. She would flail wildly at Robert with her clenched fists. Again he would hug her and hold her until she calmed down and stopped struggling. Then he would kiss her and fuck her until she was too tired to be mad. No matter what Ronnie thought he did wrong he didn’t care. Young confused Rob would simply say “sorry” even if he didn’t understand her anger. He would just smile and say “sorry” in the softest voice possible. No matter how crazy Veronica acted Rob seemed to understand it was because she was scared. It was because she had to stay behind. Perhaps it was harder to stay behind he thought to himself in the harder moments as she was crying in his arms. The time passed too fast. It was beautiful and yet harder than anything either one of them had ever done before. Letting go of something so beautiful and so strong was not easy. The drive back was difficult. Ronnie didn’t remember any of the songs on the radio. She didn’t remember that drive back at all. Before they left the beach they had looked out at the ocean one last time. It had been a hard night for Veronica the last night before leaving. That morning her eyes were puffy and red from crying all night. She remembered how the paper airplanes had plunged into the ocean. She remembered how she had wanted to run to Canada. Ronnie squeezed his hand. He squeezed hers back to reassure her. He was stupid and brave, too brave. At the end of the drive home they knew ...
    it could be their only time alone before he left. Rob handed Veronica the folded piece of paper he had been keeping. He looked deeply into her eyes. The young man who didn’t seem so young anymore instructed her not to read it until he was gone. It was a letter and his poem. ________________________________________________ There would be no purpose in drawing out the ending of this sad tale in a prolonged manner. We all know what happens. In April of 1972 as part of a small protective unit for a Sundog FAC (“Forward Air Controller”) at the Battle of An Loc young Rob would lose his life. At sometime in September of 1970 the young beautiful blonde wife Veronica Robinson had conceived a child from young Robert. She decided it was completely unfair to tell her young lover that he had a son while he was away at war. Remember there was no Internet or Skype or any of this at this time. Communication was not easy. How do you write a letter like that? Ronnie had no idea. Veronica was also not ready to tell her friends about her affair and to deal with Carl. Luckily her brute of a husband was so arrogant and egotistical he assumed the child was his. The boy was born on May thirty-first 1971. Carl had no idea why his wife wanted to name his son “Robert” but it seemed like an okay name. He didn’t really give a shit what she called the brat. Baby Robert was eleven months old when his real father was killed in action. Neither of them would ever get to know the other. Was it just bad luck or ...
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