A LetterA Story by Jacoby de AltonA letter in 1920 Ireland from a Son to his Mother.Dear Mother,
I know I have not written for some time. It has been hard with the Black and Tans so near to the home. I have something to tell you, but I do not know how to say it, or if I should wait to tell you in person. It is so hard to write this to you. But I do not know if I could face you in person.
I am so sorry that I could not stop it. I feel so ashamed of myself. Danny did not make it. The Black and Tans came several days ago to question us about holding our rugby game. They said it was an illegal assembly. Danny tried to talk to them, but they beat him with their guns. I am so ashamed. I didn’t stop them. I just stood there. I know they would have shot me, but he was my brother. He kept shouting back at them, but then nothing.
They made me watch my brother die, and I felt so much hate. I was so scared for how I shook. I thought I might attack them on the spot, but I held my tongue and waited, just like you told me what we were home. I do not know what to do anymore. Part of me knows where I can go. But I know you do not want me to do that.
I think I have to. I’m going to go after I send this letter. They need men. They need me. They lost Danny, but they gained me. I hope I can make him and you proud. Maybe one day I will be able to meet him in heaven and we can finish our game.
I love you from the bottom of my heart, Mother. And I always will love you, just like I will always love Danny.
Yours forever,
Peter Neeson © 2011 Jacoby de AltonAuthor's Note
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1 Review Added on May 11, 2011 Last Updated on May 11, 2011 AuthorJacoby de AltonAnaheim, CAAboutMy name is Jacoby de Alton. I'm an 11X Infantry recruit, shipping in August 2011. When it sounds right, say it out, and keep a sword on hand. more..Writing
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