Knock, Knock, as I walk to the front door I see a Soldier standing there; a piece of paper in his hand. I stood there shaking my head, and the tears begin to flow.

As I stood at the door, the soldier says, ma'am sorry, then hands me the letter and the items in which he was holding.

There I stood, numb, paralized, unable to speak, I could barely breath. I opened the letter slowly and this is what it read;

Ma'am we are sorry to inform you that your husband has come up MIA. We are unable to find his body, but we found these items. Our deepest sympathy is with you and your family.

The items were a small coin with a heart cut from the center,a letter folded, my darlings dog tags, pictures of him and I and all the letters I had writen to him. Slowly I open the letter, it was a farewell letter. It was written shortly after the military sent him to war. Tears began to swell as I read each word and each line. The letter was never finished. My heart never healed.