STORY OF A LETTER

It's just dawn outside and someone is in front of me with a pen in his hand.  I am looking at that boy's face he is bright and tall with dark brown hair. He is a perfect depiction of an English boy trained hard with a masculine physique and an athletic body. He has a pen as I am saying and is about to write on me, somehow he is getting hesitated and he has already scratched few words. I can see clearly that he is nervous and is being impatient as if he is in a hurry. In a matter of few minutes he has rapidly written on me, it is giggling for me though but after he has written it and is holding me in front of him and his eyes are going numb. Then within no time he is rushing to a tent and has not even bothered to seal tight me and just left me on a desk. It is that officer who has nicely taped me and sealed it and posted a postal stamp on me. That officer called the boy "Williams, you sure that you want to send this, it has practically no need". He replied "No sir I am sure please post it". The officer kept me in a bag and it has been a couple of hours I am feeling lifted and I saw that the bag is hanging on a motor bike now the engine has started with that noise of a typical American fashion of what it is. There is a small hole in the bag and through which I am able to see the countryside but the countryside is different there is no lush farms nor children there in fact there are no humans at all only uniformed Police.

After a few miles a board has appeared which says Paris which is showcased with a straight line. The officer is moving towards Paris and I am filled with excitement as for a second I am thinking that I might get to travel in a plane which would be a dream come true for me. I am lost in my dreams of flying above the skies but suddenly there I hear an explosion which has ruffled the whole bag and everything has became unstable. I am not able to understand anything that what has just happened. I am lying below a pocket watch and a pen but somehow due to shocks to the bag I am able to come up and get a look at the whole. I am seeing dust and ash flying everywhere and the terrain has been demolished the perfect road is not perfect anymore and it would not be debatable to call it a road altogether. After the dust has settled and the officer is about to move further I have noticed something, some soldiers appearing out of the settling dust they are equipped with rifles and looking at them the officer has pulled out his pistol but there are too many of them so he is in a cross mind about what the next action to make but before he is able to plan any action I hear a few loud noises and find that the officer is laying down on the ground the very next second he has no moment in himself. 

I am afraid as hell, the soldiers were coming towards the bike and for god's sake everyone just march past by it but at the last moments a soldier came and started the bike, I am scared and afraid but the soldier just remove the bag and I am on the ground the soldier took the bike and rode it away. It has been days since anyone came around to check on me but I have not seen a human for a week. It has been well passed a week and I have spotted some running English soldiers and one of them has stumbled across the bag's chain and fell, he hastily picked up the bag and is using  it as a self protection in the desperate need of the hour. There are being shots fired and one has pierced through the bag and ended up hitting and has destroyed the pocket watch. I am seeing the ground around which is barren now all that is it is left destroyed and the place is deserted. The soldiers are running and I am seeing their faces pale and constantly under fear from someone and it did not took me long to figure out what is it. It has been few days since that soldier is caring me but he has not yet opened me as he has no time. It has been some days since this boy have been escaping but today for the first time I have seen the expression of relief and a bit of smile on their faces. I noticed that few vehicles were coming towards them which picked them up and they all were relieved. While sitting in the vehicle a fellow soldier is asking  the boy who is carting the bag to at least open it. The boy is opening it and he is looking through the bag and me. One of the boys asked

"What's in it Jones?"

His name is Jones, I did not know until at that until this moment. Jones started to describe what else he found first he picked up the broken watch and said

"A badly destroyed watch"

Then he found some ID cards

"Oh, this bag belonged to Officer Leonard here is his ID"

Then he found some other stuff such as a bit of money and some letters including me

"Here is a fountain pen, then here some pounds, then here are some letters of fellow comrades let's see whose is it here says Michel then here this one says Henri then this is Peter finally this last one".

He is holding me and reading the name written on me in his mind then he looked down and spoke in a soft and frail broken voice.

"This one says Williams".

There was a bit of silence and after a few moments had passed one of the boy said 

"What's the address written on this" 

Jones replied

"It's written 24 Oxford Street nr Trafalgar Square".

They all agreed that they will deliver this letters to the respective owners and places. It has been a week and finally I am at the address and Jones has personalty delivered the letter to an old lady who has answered the door bell. The old lady is receiving the letter and says to Jones

"Thank you Son"

Jones is bowing down to her and is leaving. After now as Jones has left the old lady has opened me and finally is reading the content a loud which is 

"Dear Mom,

Remember, I had made a promise to you that I would come home with pride and fame not to forget Respected. I am fulfilling that now as you see here the enemy is not far away and I have just been promoted to captain of my regiment isn't that great Mamma. 

But Mom I am not sure weather or how or will I return back to London. Here nothing is as it has been broadcast ed over there here everyone is just a bullet away from death I am not able to sleep due to this much tension and my hands are not stable as I am just killing people and they are killing to I am good Mamma I don't want to do the same things like the enemy but I am doing and here now I have to leave to face the enemy just a few miles away and I am able to hear shells and see the dust and smoke but here I picked up my Rifle wore my hat and pinned this small flag on me and now I am going. Tell Marry I have always remembered her and  here there was no time that her photo and memories were not with me. Please tell her this much and also that I must have written her as I will write for her a letter tomorrow after my today's battle.

WILLIAMS

4th JUNE 1940"

I was hearing each and every word of it but was not able to express anything as I am just a letter. The Old lady completed reading and is now picking me up and is keeping me on a wooden furniture but it was a Coffin with a gold framed inscription Capt Williams 23rd November 1918- 4th June 1940.

DHWANIT MADRASI