Soldiers.

Sarah's husband is a soldier and he's on a mission somewhere in Iraq. She's never really worried about him, every time she's been about to she's just thought of what he would say. He would just laugh at her and tell her she didn't need to worry. She has a day of and she gets a phone call from a lieutenant.

"Mrs Stinson?" a man asks over the phone..
"Yes?" she answers.
"I'm afraid I have some bad news for you."
"What kind of news?"
"The worst kind. It's about your husband."
"Oh no."
"Unfortunately your husband was in on a mission that didn't end well. He passed away last Friday the 25th of July."
"But... I talked to him three days ago."
"That's not possible."
"But I did. He asked about his mother and I told him what she told me last time, that her feet hurt and she's always hungry."
"But he's been dead for almost a week."
"Are you sure we're talking about the same man?"
"Yes. I'm talking about Mr Nikolaj Stinson."
"You must be joking, that's one of my husbands relatives."
"Well he's dead."
"I know, he has been for years now."
" Can't you at least pretend to be upset woman?!"
"Who are you?"
"I'm lieutenant Smith."
"Arnie!" she hears somebody say in the background and then somebody takes the phone. "Hello?"
"Hi."
"Oh, I'm terribly sorry. This is a home for old war heroes. Mr Smith tends to get a hold of phone numbers to relatives to soldiers and he calls and gives them bad news that he doesn't know anything about. I'm terribly sorry, it won't happen again."
"Oh, okay."

Three days later two men knocked on the door with bad news about Andrew Stinson.

A/N: I wrote this a while ago and I thought I'd update it so here it is.

// I'll Be Watching