Post by celticgirl91 on Dec 7, 2009 23:24:27 GMT -5
ok! here's my green feilds of france story! its based on the song and another song called willy mcbrides reply. enjoy!
“The war?”, Katrina stared at her 19 year old boyfriend.
“Yea”, Willy said softly. “I’m sorry Katrina sweetheart. I just really believe that we can win this thing. I need to be out there”
“Do you know how dangerous the war is?”, Katrina asked him.
“Don’t be silly, of course I know”, Willy replied.
Katrina dropped down onto the bench behind her. They were on the outskirts of her parents’ estate. Her family wasn’t rich, but the property was spacious.
Willy sighed, sat down next to her, and took her hand. “I know this is a shock”, he said gently. “But this cause is so worth it. And I WILL come back”
“You can’t know that”, she whispered.
“I promise you Katrina, I will come back”, Willy said firmly. “Have I ever broken a promise to you? In all the years we’ve been dating?”
Katrina shook her head. Willy sighed and moved closer to her.
“I love you”, he said and Katrina gave her a small smile. “I can give you proof that I’ll come back”
“What proof?”, Katrina asked doubtfully.
Willy reached into his pocket and took out a small, dimond ring. “This”, he whispered.
Katrina caught her breath, her hand flying to her chest. “Willy”, she breathed.
Willy got off the bench and down on the ground, still holding her hand as he kneeled before her. “Katrina, I love you”, he stated. “I promise you that I’ll come back from the war. And when I do, we’ll get married and never be separated from each other again. If you want to that is”, he added, almost as an afterthought.
“Of course I do”, Katrina breathed. That was all the invitation Willy needed. He stood up, pulling her with him, and kissed her.
The next few weeks all went by in a blur as Willy prepared to leave. Katrina spent every spare minute she could with him. Laughing, joking, talking, they were never apart for any longer than necessary. All too soon, that dreaded day was upon them.
“Don’t leave”, Katrina begged as Willy held her against his chest at the train station. “Willy please don’t leave me”
“I’ll be back Love”, Willy promised. Katrina heard the pain in his voice and knew that this was painful for him too. “You know that I don’t want to leave you”, he said. Katrina stared down at his boots.
“Katrina”, Willy said, and Katrina’s heart broke. “Katrina darling, please look at me. I don’t want to leave without looking into your eyes one last time”
At that, Katrina burst into tears. Tears flowed down Willy’s cheeks too as he crushed her against his chest.
“Please Katrina. Look at me”
Katrina raised her tear filled eyes to his.
“I love you”, he said, his voice breaking. “I’ll always love you”, he paused and held up her hand and kissed her ring. “I’m coming back”
“I’ll be counting the days”, Katrina responded.
Willy lowered his head and kissed her one last time. The kiss was slow, and it was passionate. All the love that Katrina had, she put in that kiss. They both knew that it might be the last kiss they ever had. Then Willy turned around, and boarded the train. Tears were streaming down Katrina’s face, and her eyes never left his as the train pulled out of sight. Not even a month had passed when she got the letter.
About 2 weeks after the funeral, Katrina walked up the familiar path to Willy’s grave. She wasn’t really paying attention, just thinking of her lost love. She visited him every day, sometimes twice a day. But this would be the last time she would walk this path. She had made a decision. All of a sudden, Katrina heard music. No, not music exactly. Just someone singing. She walked the last few steps around the corner and saw a young man sitting next to her beloved’s grave. As she approached, the man stopped singing. The man was a little older than her.
“Hello”, she greeted. “Did you know Willy?”
The man stood up. “No, actually I didn’t”, he said. “How did you know him?”
Tears filled Katrina’s eyes as she remembered. “We were supposed to get married”
“I’m sorry”, the man looked sympathetic. “I can only imagine how you must be feeling”
Katrina didn’t want to be rude, but she was still wondering why this strange man was visiting Willy’s grave. “So, if you didn’t know Willy, why…”
“Oh. I’m just resting” the man who still didn’t have a name replied. “I’ve been walking all day, and I’m nearly done”
“Oh”, Katrina said as she sat down next to the head stone.
“I see that he was only 19”, the man commented.
“How did you know?”, Katrina asked.
The man chuckled a bit. “The gravestone”
Oh yes, of course he would see that.
“He joined the great fallin”, the man continued.
“Yes… “, Katrina sighed. “I begged him not to go. He promised he’d come back”
“Well, for your sake then, I hope he died quickly”
Katrina didn’t respond. She didn’t really want to talk about that”
“My name’s Eric by the way”, the man said.
“Katrina”, she answered.
“How long ago?”, Eric asked.
Katrina stared down at his hands. “2 weeks”, she said. “He was a respected soldier”
“Did they play the drums and the pipes?”, Eric asked. If he was trying to comfort her, it wasn’t working.
“Yes, they beat the drum slowly, and they played the pipes lowly. And the rifles fired over him as they lowered… him… down”, Katrina started crying. Eric moved to her and wrapped her in his arms. Katrina sobbed against his chest for a few minutes, then composed herself.
“I’m sorry”, Eric said. “I won’t ask any more questions”
“No, it’s okay”, Katrina said, wiping her eyes. “He didn’t die for the king of England, or for glory, or fame. He did it for freedom”
Eric leaned forward. “So you don’t think he died in vain?”
“No”, Katrina stated firmly. “He believed in this cause. It’s easy for you to pity those that were there. But they knew why they died. And given the chance, I know that Willy would do it again”
When Eric eventually moved on, Katrina knelt in front of Willy’s grave.
“Why Willy?”, she whispered. “Why did you go? We were going to be so happy. I guess it doesn’t matter. I’ll see you soon”, she paused. “I don’t know why I’m telling you this. We’ll be together soon and you’ll know. I know you would probably kill me if I even thought of this when you were alive, but I don’t see any other solution. I can’t do this anymore. I can’t go on living.” She traced the words on his grave with her finger. “Farewell my love. I shall be with you soon”, and with that, she placed a folded up piece of paper next to the grave and took out a bottle of cough medicine. With tears in her eyes, she took one last look around her, kissed Willy’s tombstone, and drank the whole bottle. Within a few minutes, she was asleep. And ever so gently, she followed her betrothed, Willy McBride, into death.
“The war?”, Katrina stared at her 19 year old boyfriend.
“Yea”, Willy said softly. “I’m sorry Katrina sweetheart. I just really believe that we can win this thing. I need to be out there”
“Do you know how dangerous the war is?”, Katrina asked him.
“Don’t be silly, of course I know”, Willy replied.
Katrina dropped down onto the bench behind her. They were on the outskirts of her parents’ estate. Her family wasn’t rich, but the property was spacious.
Willy sighed, sat down next to her, and took her hand. “I know this is a shock”, he said gently. “But this cause is so worth it. And I WILL come back”
“You can’t know that”, she whispered.
“I promise you Katrina, I will come back”, Willy said firmly. “Have I ever broken a promise to you? In all the years we’ve been dating?”
Katrina shook her head. Willy sighed and moved closer to her.
“I love you”, he said and Katrina gave her a small smile. “I can give you proof that I’ll come back”
“What proof?”, Katrina asked doubtfully.
Willy reached into his pocket and took out a small, dimond ring. “This”, he whispered.
Katrina caught her breath, her hand flying to her chest. “Willy”, she breathed.
Willy got off the bench and down on the ground, still holding her hand as he kneeled before her. “Katrina, I love you”, he stated. “I promise you that I’ll come back from the war. And when I do, we’ll get married and never be separated from each other again. If you want to that is”, he added, almost as an afterthought.
“Of course I do”, Katrina breathed. That was all the invitation Willy needed. He stood up, pulling her with him, and kissed her.
The next few weeks all went by in a blur as Willy prepared to leave. Katrina spent every spare minute she could with him. Laughing, joking, talking, they were never apart for any longer than necessary. All too soon, that dreaded day was upon them.
“Don’t leave”, Katrina begged as Willy held her against his chest at the train station. “Willy please don’t leave me”
“I’ll be back Love”, Willy promised. Katrina heard the pain in his voice and knew that this was painful for him too. “You know that I don’t want to leave you”, he said. Katrina stared down at his boots.
“Katrina”, Willy said, and Katrina’s heart broke. “Katrina darling, please look at me. I don’t want to leave without looking into your eyes one last time”
At that, Katrina burst into tears. Tears flowed down Willy’s cheeks too as he crushed her against his chest.
“Please Katrina. Look at me”
Katrina raised her tear filled eyes to his.
“I love you”, he said, his voice breaking. “I’ll always love you”, he paused and held up her hand and kissed her ring. “I’m coming back”
“I’ll be counting the days”, Katrina responded.
Willy lowered his head and kissed her one last time. The kiss was slow, and it was passionate. All the love that Katrina had, she put in that kiss. They both knew that it might be the last kiss they ever had. Then Willy turned around, and boarded the train. Tears were streaming down Katrina’s face, and her eyes never left his as the train pulled out of sight. Not even a month had passed when she got the letter.
About 2 weeks after the funeral, Katrina walked up the familiar path to Willy’s grave. She wasn’t really paying attention, just thinking of her lost love. She visited him every day, sometimes twice a day. But this would be the last time she would walk this path. She had made a decision. All of a sudden, Katrina heard music. No, not music exactly. Just someone singing. She walked the last few steps around the corner and saw a young man sitting next to her beloved’s grave. As she approached, the man stopped singing. The man was a little older than her.
“Hello”, she greeted. “Did you know Willy?”
The man stood up. “No, actually I didn’t”, he said. “How did you know him?”
Tears filled Katrina’s eyes as she remembered. “We were supposed to get married”
“I’m sorry”, the man looked sympathetic. “I can only imagine how you must be feeling”
Katrina didn’t want to be rude, but she was still wondering why this strange man was visiting Willy’s grave. “So, if you didn’t know Willy, why…”
“Oh. I’m just resting” the man who still didn’t have a name replied. “I’ve been walking all day, and I’m nearly done”
“Oh”, Katrina said as she sat down next to the head stone.
“I see that he was only 19”, the man commented.
“How did you know?”, Katrina asked.
The man chuckled a bit. “The gravestone”
Oh yes, of course he would see that.
“He joined the great fallin”, the man continued.
“Yes… “, Katrina sighed. “I begged him not to go. He promised he’d come back”
“Well, for your sake then, I hope he died quickly”
Katrina didn’t respond. She didn’t really want to talk about that”
“My name’s Eric by the way”, the man said.
“Katrina”, she answered.
“How long ago?”, Eric asked.
Katrina stared down at his hands. “2 weeks”, she said. “He was a respected soldier”
“Did they play the drums and the pipes?”, Eric asked. If he was trying to comfort her, it wasn’t working.
“Yes, they beat the drum slowly, and they played the pipes lowly. And the rifles fired over him as they lowered… him… down”, Katrina started crying. Eric moved to her and wrapped her in his arms. Katrina sobbed against his chest for a few minutes, then composed herself.
“I’m sorry”, Eric said. “I won’t ask any more questions”
“No, it’s okay”, Katrina said, wiping her eyes. “He didn’t die for the king of England, or for glory, or fame. He did it for freedom”
Eric leaned forward. “So you don’t think he died in vain?”
“No”, Katrina stated firmly. “He believed in this cause. It’s easy for you to pity those that were there. But they knew why they died. And given the chance, I know that Willy would do it again”
When Eric eventually moved on, Katrina knelt in front of Willy’s grave.
“Why Willy?”, she whispered. “Why did you go? We were going to be so happy. I guess it doesn’t matter. I’ll see you soon”, she paused. “I don’t know why I’m telling you this. We’ll be together soon and you’ll know. I know you would probably kill me if I even thought of this when you were alive, but I don’t see any other solution. I can’t do this anymore. I can’t go on living.” She traced the words on his grave with her finger. “Farewell my love. I shall be with you soon”, and with that, she placed a folded up piece of paper next to the grave and took out a bottle of cough medicine. With tears in her eyes, she took one last look around her, kissed Willy’s tombstone, and drank the whole bottle. Within a few minutes, she was asleep. And ever so gently, she followed her betrothed, Willy McBride, into death.