Letters To Dougie

Dougie Hardesty's family business was enrolling in the military. His father did it, his father before that did it, and so did his father. So it wasn't a surprise when he did. But what Dougie didn't know, was that his trainer, Kelly Rose, was one of the best. She was one of the only trainers who went one on one with each of her men. She was tougher than half the men that came through the MEU Ground Combat Element. She never let any man phase her. She never let any one man get into her head. Untilthe tragedy..until Dougie..


11. What Happend Next


I don't remember exactly what happend next. If I started to break down and cry, or if I burned the damned thing. All I know is that I wanted to read the next one.

Dearest Kelly,

I have been training with you for months now and I must say, you are by far the toughest girl I have ever met. My whole football team doesn't stand a chance at a fight against you let alone just me. I am get more and more sore wvery day I wake up after a session with you. But that's okay. I guess there is a price for love.



I could almost see Dougie's sarcastic grin at the last line. Maybe even a cheesy flirtatious wink. But I know I will never be able to see his silly expressions ever again. 

I choked on tears as I picked up the next letter.


You are either really blind or just plain stupid. I have been making it obvious that I want more than a professional relationship since the first time we fucking met. And you haven't done shit.



The letter was a lot longer, but I couldn't finish reading it. It hurt too bad. I tore that letter to shreds and unfolded the very last letter. Dougie's very last words to me.


Dearest Kelly,

I tried to come on to you a little stronger since you haven't realized that I want you. Maybe it was a little too strong because you sent me into combat with little training. But I don't mind. I will never disobey you. I know you were probably just angry. And I want you to know something. I want you to know that if I die, I don't  care and I don't blame you. If I die it's going to be because of some dumb ass choice I made, Not because of your dumb ass choice. Don't blame yourself, and don't you dare quit. You're way to tough for that. If you quit, it better be because you stinking died. If I die these letters will be sent to my family, and my family will send them to you when you are ready.

Keep your chin up beautiful.





This was too much. I dropped the letter onto the floor and fell to my knees. I heard the beer bottle break as it collided with the hardwood beside me. I don't know how long I cried and I don't care. The only thing I care about is what I did next. I grabbed a sheet of paper from my printer and a pencil from my desk.





























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