World War I: The Battle of Vimy Ridge

April, 11. 1917

Dear Love,

Before I came here you told me to be brave, that I would come to help the soldiers. I had been doing that, in fact, today was traumatic because, before this, the commandant gave us obvious instructions of not curing the enemies soldiers (you know my promise, I can’t let someone die without helping) but an enemy came into my tent, wearing allies clothes, begging for his life, for his wife and kids. I asked him his soldier number and he told me “I don’t have one, but help me please! I have a family back in home!” I felt so identified because I have you and the kids, so I helped him, I cured his injuries of the stomach and leg.

When I finished, my commandant enter into my tent and, angry, asked the soldier his number. The soldier couldn’t tell a number and, in front of me, threw him to the mud and started to kick him for twenty minutes, after that, the commandant, shoot him. He turned over and hit me on the cheek with the gun asking, “Why you cured him! He was an enemy!” I stayed quiet, in the floor. After a few minutes he went into his own tent and abandoned me there, alone. Then I continued my work and at nine o’clock John started his turn, so I went to my tent.

I washed myself, changed clothes and I’m writing to you now, I think that it’s ten o’clock or something like that… maybe eleven. I want to tell you that the necklace and the neckerchief you gave me still have your smell after being 3 days between blood and dead people. All my clothes smell to dead, pain and loneliness. The people in here and out of my tent, in the trenches are sad, full of pain and alone. They have no longer hope in their hearts; they think and miss their wives, girlfriends, fiancés, their children, and their little kids… all like mine. They cannot think that they are doing this to their kids, they feel evil. They started to think in the enemy’s children and they began to felt terrible.

For now I feel fine, I’m not killing people, I’m here doing a good thing. I miss you and the kids a lot; I expect this to end tomorrow.

Tell Jimmy that I’ll return that he has to take care of you and of Gabi when I’m not around.

And tell Gabi that she’s beautiful, she came from you, and you are so amazing. I will love you forever, for all the eternity. Keep my heart safe, I’m here with yours.

Your always secret love,

Jonathan

You wanted to know why your mother and I were always together. This letter is the reason…

- “This was the letter I send your mother twelve years ago kids, and I returned. You were so little, I love you.”

- “We love you too dad.”

THE END

Nunca me olviden.

"¿Cuándo crees que la gente muere?

¡¿Cuándo le atraviesan el corazón son una bala?!.... No.

¡¿Cuándo son destrozados por una enfermedad incurable?!... No.

¡¿Cuándo beben una sopa hecha con una seta venenosa?!...¡No!

Es cuando... son olvidados.

Incluso después de haberme ido, mi sueño se hará realidad." (One piece, Capítulo 87)

Yo sé que mi cuerpo morirá alguna día, no sé si sea mañana, en unos días, en unos años o en unos 80 años más pero lo que quiero es que nadie me olvide. No quiero morir en sus corazones, quiero que los que me conocieron y que me quieren me recuerden por que yo haré lo mismo si algún trágico día alguien se fuera de nuestras vidas. Yo espero que no sea mañana ni en unos días ni en unos años, espero que el destino me dejé casarme, formar una familia, tener un hogar compartir los domingos con mis amigos y familiares. No sé cuándo cumpliré mi misión en esta vida, no sé en que momento cambiaré la vida de alguien (aunque ya cambié unas cuentas :p) pero quiero que al cumplir mi misión, no tenga que morir, eso solamente causaría dolor en mis familiares, en mis amigos... y en mi leoncito.

Lo que sí sé es que el día que muera, no importa cuándo sea, me recordaran a los que realmente les importé en la vida que llevamos juntos, a los que realmente ayudé, que espero haber ayudado a algunos, mi deseo es que todos sean felices... Los que me recordaran será por que tal vez y cambie un instante sus vidas o les cause alegría en algún momento. Esos son los que me recordaran, no las personas que se interesaron en mi por algo superficial y no lograron ver mi interior, no las personas que me maltrataron y se olvidaron de mi, serán los que me quieren y los que yo tengo en mi corazón. Yo estaré con ellos siempre, a su lado cuando lo necesiten. Apoyandolos y dándoles un hombro para llorar ahora y para siempre aunque ya no este presente. Quiero que todos sepan que los quiero mucho y no olvidaré a ninguno, siempre que me tengan en su corazón ahí estaré, siempre ha sido mi ideal y mi promesa ayudar cuando lo necesiten, no importa si me causaron dolor o alegría.

Tal vez y lo que escribí en esta entrada pudo parecerles confuso o que en algún momento llegue a contradecirme pero lo que quiero decir es que los quiero y siemrpe estaré ahí, para ustedes cuando lo necesiten.

Los quiero.

Te amo mi niño.

A week ago...

Saturday May, 28th*

My dream of that night was really awkward. In first place my family and I were in a store like home depot or something like that and then when we were leaving I saw that a supermarket cashier was like stalked by the manager and they had a rough sex that she didn't liked at all and then he started to abuse physically (he was shaking and shouting to her) so I got mad and I stopped him and I gave him a punch in the face telling him to stop abusing. And then I started to run because he was chasing me and I hide behind a woman that was buying some things for the bathroom and then I ran 'til I got beside the door and the policewoman that was like the grandmother of my boyfriend and I ask her for help to get to the other store were my mom and brother were. So she, 2 other women more and me got into the store that was in front of the "home depot" and I saw my mom so I told her that was ok and that I found my mom. I started to look around and then I saw a tower of cushions, so my brother, my cousin and I climb up and then the policewoman and the other two wanted to climb up too so we helped them and then there was a shower and we washed our feet. When we finish my brother and I jump down away of the tower and the women wanted to jump down too and then they jumped and fall over me. Then I appeared in my house's food table with Paty, a friend of my Italian classes. I was writing a letter and she was helping me. The letter was for my father-in-law because of his marriage anniversary or something like that and then Paty told me to use post-its to make it prettier and then I asked her if I write the letter for my step mother-in-law attached to the letter of my father-in-law. She told me it was great to make a attached anniversary letter for both and then she asked why I was asking and I told her that it was because she was, in my dream... dead. I was going to give her a letter and flowers in the graveyard. Then, my dream ended and I woke up with an strange feeling.

She is still alive, and I expect that she stay like that for many, many years. She and my father-in-law just had a little girl in October and they married a year and a half ago so I wish that everything will be okay. What do you think?

*I never really learned how to write the date in English.

My dreams come true... I don't want this one to be alive, I like the personality and the living way of Dany...

Long live Dany!!

TE AMO MI NIÑO PERFECTO!

POR DIOS!!!

SAKE 80 EN LITE!!!!!!

soy tan feliz n.n :P

Why???

Habra un día en el que nadie se enoje conmigo???

Si no es mi madre es mi padre y siempre mi hermano

No puede haber un día en el que no me regañen o simplemente me miren como si fuera lo peor??

Porque mi hermano es diferente??

porque me regañan a mi, me obligan a mi y el se queda jugando en la compu y el wii?? no por machistas, si no desde chikita hubiera pasado, ha pasado de un par de años para aca

porque el REPRUEBA Y PUEDE SEGUIR EN EL WII Y SU MALDITA NUEVA COMPUTADORA?????

I'm angry about it and only my lion seems to notice about it, I have to do something, to tell my parents how I feel but I already done it several times and they don't understand!!!

Solamente quiero que todo este bien y un día no se enojen, no me regañen, no me vean de esa forma

solamente quiero eso

TE AMO MI LEONCITO ^^

Gracias por quedarte conmigo apoyandome siempre...

Just be careful...

"Nadie puede hacernos sentir inferiores sin nuestro consentimiento"

Como dijo Eleanor Roosvelt, nadie puede hacerte sentir inferior. Pase lo que pase vales lo mismo o más de lo que vale alguien que te hace sentir inferior.

Todos somos iguales y no debemos de sufrir ningún tipo de violencia en nuestras vidas, tanto psicológica como física.

Just be careful...

Te amo mi leoncito ^^

Las mujeres podemos hacer exactamente lo mismo que los hombres.

“En seguida estuvo preparada en la silla, masculina en todo salvo en el modo orgulloso que tienen de ser viriles ciertas mujeres verdaderamente mujeres.” (Calvino)

Gracias por confiar en mí mi niño perfecto ^^

TE AMO...