Tori Slicer

4 February 2007

History

Project- short story

Bitter Distaste

Never again will I watch movies. Movies are what killed him. We hadn't seen one together in months, because I wad horrified by the disturbing newsreels. Bombings, and attacks; it was not what I wanted to see or hear about.

He went to one every Saturday, coming home and describing it to me. Mostly he saw patriotic movies. It didn't worry me then, but now that I think of it, I should have seen where it would end.

He begged me to come with him the next week every time he came home. "It will be fun! We can watch a romantic movie," he would tell me. I always made an excuse as to why I couldn't go. One Saturday he came home and told me there was a wonderful romantic movie coming out the next week, and he wanted to take me to it. I told him I would go.

Saturday came around and we left for the movie. There were three playing- Bambi, Casablanca, and Mrs. Miniver. "Which one are we seeing?" I asked him. "Casablanca, of course," he replied. And so he bought two tickets for Casablanca.

We sat through the newsreels. You could see the patriotism rising in the room as Allied victories were reported. Finally the movie started. It was beautiful.

After the movie we went home. He told me there was something he wanted to talk with me about. "Jane, I'm going to fight in the war. They need men. The movies are what inspired me most to finally decide that I should go. I want to be one of those heroes."

And so he left. He went to fight in a war that he was opposed to just years earlier. I received a letter from him, but only one.

Dear Jane,

War is tough. We do have some relaxation though. They showed us the movie 'Why We Fight' last week. I will not burden you with stories of our fights. I know that you do not agree with me being here. I miss you. I love you. I am always thinking of you.

Love,

John

That was the last I heard from him. Just a week after I received his letter, I received his medals. With tears in my eyes I said aloud "Movies," with bitter distaste.