Thomas F. O'Neill
Some people simply believe in angels and for others angels are the mere product of mythological stories. But there are still those people in the world that know angels exist because they intuitively experience an angel in their life.
When he arrived home that evening he looked forward to having supper with his family. When away, he misses his Mother’s home cooked meals. His Mother always fusses over him worrying, “perhaps the Army is not properly feeding my son,” she would say to herself as she piled the food on to her eldest son’s plate. His two brothers, two sisters, and his father were also very happy to see him home. The topic of discussion at their Dinning room table was always about their local Church and the politics of the day. He heard his father’s politics before and in the back of his mind. He was just looking forward to a night out at their local dance hall to dance with the girls and listen to the popular tunes of the day.
When he entered the music hall in his clean pressed military uniform, the band was playing ‘shall we dance.’ He immediately caught the attention of a beautiful, bright eyed, impressionable, seventeen year old girl. She was sitting with her friends, listening to the music, drinking a malt soda. With an outstretched hand he said to her "shall we dance." Before she could say no she was on the dance floor, their embraced bodies moving with the music.
“I never seen you here before,” she said to him with a little excitement in her voice.
“The last two years I was away. I joined the Army after high school.”
“I will graduate this year,” she said to emphasize the fact that she is now a women but in a childlike way she began adjusting her hair.
“I graduated in the class of 1933. I am only two years older than you.”
“Do you like the Army?”
“Sure, I love to travel and see new places and meet people.”
“Aren’t you worried about a war breaking out somewhere and having to fight in a battle?”
“Our country is surrounded by oceans and we are pretty well protected, and besides our President said our country will remain neutral unless provoked by hostile forces. We will not go to war unless we are attacked first. No country will be dumb enough to attack us and start a war.”
“You sure look nice in your uniform,” she said, “what is your name?”
“Corporal, Lawrence Mattock.”
“My name is April Boyer.”
They drank malts that evening and talked until the music ended. Over the next three days they saw a movie together, went to a restaurant, and saw a play at their local Theater. When his leave came to an end he wrote her letters. She looked forward to them and he enjoyed reading her letters. A year after she graduated high school they were married.
He took advantage of the military and continued his education. He was honorably discharged from the service in 1937. Over the years they had four children. It was the middle of the great depression but he was able to provide for his family on a mail carriers salary.
The letters he wrote his wife during his military days were put in a shoe box that April kept. She enjoyed reading them from time to time. They reminded her of the innocent times and the youthful love that they once shared. Their love has matured with the birth of their children. They are now adults with financial responsibilities.
They were sitting in their living room when the Radio announced the horrific news of the bombing of Pearl Harbor. They were shocked to hear about the deaths of the American service men. The President announced that, “December 6, 1941 is a date that will live in infamy.”
America was at War and Lawrence was back in uniform. He was trained as a fighter pilot and he sent a photo of himself home to his wife. In the photo, he was standing in front of his fighter plane, ‘Fighting Angel.’ There was a small note with the photo, “I shall return to you on Angels Wings.”
She received three beautiful letters a week from her husband. They were extremely poetic letters expressing his deep love for her and their children. “He is truly a gifted writer,” April told her family. His letters expressed how much he yearned for his family.
She wrote him everyday as well telling him about her daily activities with their children and how much they miss him. She was frightened for his safety but she remained strong for her children. She did not talk about how dangerous his missions are because she did not want to frighten her children. In their eyes her husband is a hero.
It was before his 25th bombing mission in 1943 that he felt an unsettling feeling come over him. He quickly finished up a letter to his wife. He then did something out of the ordinary. He handed the ceiled letter to his friend Lt. Bob McCracken.
“If anything should happen to me,” he said to him, “can you see to it that my wife gets this letter.”
“Look,” his friend said to him, “I will give this letter back to you when you return.”
April’s husband never returned from that mission. His plane was shot down by the Japanese in the south pacific. His friend had every intention of getting the letter to April but he too was a casualty of war. The unopened letter was mistakenly placed with his friend’s belongings in a large box.
Lt. McCracken was unmarried so his belongings were hand delivered to his Mother but she was too distraught to deal with them. The box containing her son’s belongings with Lawrence’s unread letter was eventually placed in her attic and soon forgotten about.
April was still a young Mother and she never remarried. Over the years she became a teacher, a grandmother, and a great grandmother. On lonely nights she would read her husband’s old letters. Her great granddaughter once noticed a tear roll down April’s cheek when she was reading the old letters.
She knew her husband’s letter’s by heart. They made her feel loved. They reminded her how special she was to her husband. In many ways she feels she still is special to him. She enjoys showing her great granddaughter the old photograph of the fighting angel. With the small note, “I shall return to you on angel’s wings.” From time to time, her great granddaughter also read the old letters; deep down inside she felt that she knew her great grandpa Lawrence it was from reading his hand written letters.
Bob McCracken’s niece had signed the final papers on the sale of his Mother’s old home. The new owner soon came across a few forgotten boxes that were left in an attic closet. The owner’s son, Lawrence Boyer, was home on leave from the army. He was helping his Mother move into her new home. His curiosity got the best of him and he went through the old boxes to see what is in them. The one box had old Christmas lights that haven’t been used in a very, very long time. He noticed that the other box was never opened. Out of curiosity though he opened it and when he saw the old War World II leather, fighter pilot jacket, he excitedly yelled to his Mother,
“Mom, you are not going to believe this!!!!!!!”
He quickly brought the old dusty Box down stares to their kitchen. There were old photographs and letters from the war inside the Box. Her son excitedly tried on the leather Jacket, “it fits,” he said. His Mother noticed the unopened letter. She also noticed that the address on the envelop was different from the opened letters, “the woman that the letter is addressed to is probably dead,” she said, “the war ended over 60 years ago.”
When Lawrence held the letter in his hand he noticed the return address.
“Mom the return address is the Army barracks where I am assigned,” he said, “this can’t be just a coincidence can it?”
“I would just go to the post office and mail it,” she said.
“I want to deliver it in person.”
“You have always been a romantic,” she said, “but the address is about two thousand miles away. It would be easier to just mail it.”
“I feel it is the proper thing to do. After all he was a fellow solder.” While placing the letter in the inside pocket of that old but new leather Jacket, “she might still be alive and besides she was meant to have it,” he said.
April, 89 years old, and with her health failing,
“I am not ready to die yet,” she told her great granddaughter as she lay in her hospital room.
She was uncomfortable with the thought of death and the unknown. She never really believed in heaven or hell. But the thought of angels has always brought her great comfort. Her husband named his plane ‘fighting angel’ so that it would ease her worry. She was uncomfortable about dieing and leaving her great granddaughter behind.
“I have unfinished business,” she told her great granddaughter, “dieing will have to wait.”
Lt. Lawrence Boyer hitched a ride on a Military Police cargo plane.
“So what is the urgency?” the pilot asked him.
“Well I am still on leave but I need to deliver this letter.”
“What? Are you trying to get brownie points with a general or something?” the co-pilot asked him while the pilot laughed.
“The letter was written during World War II and the woman it was written too never received it,” he said.
“How did you come across it? Are you a military historian or something?” the co-pilot asked him.
“I found it in my mother’s attic.”
“What does it say?” the Pilot asked him.
“I didn’t read it”
“Why not?” the co-pilot asked.
“Well, for one thing it is not addressed to me, and it really is not any of my business. I wouldn’t want someone reading my mail.”
“Hey dude,” said the co-pilot, “World War II ended in 1945 that is 62 freaken years ago. What could that letter say that has any relevance to now?” the co-pilot said to him.
“She might still be alive and it might be of some sentiment to her,” he said, “something deep inside tells me that I need to get this letter to her.”
As April’s great granddaughter was rushing out of her front door a young Army Lieutenant was walking towards the door.
“Look,” she said, “my great grandmother is very, very ill and I don’t have time to talk to an Army recruiter right now.”
“I am not a recruiter,” he said, “I am just hand delivering a letter.”
“Since when does the Army deliver mail?” she asked.
“Since the American Revolution,” came the reply.
“Who is it for?”
“April Mattock,” he replied.
“Well I am April, but my family calls me Angel,” she said, “I am not joining the Army, so it is no use talking. Besides, I am only seventeen and in my last year of high school.”
“I don’t think this letter is for you.”
“Well my nana’s name is April too,” she said, “she’s my great grandmother, and she is way too old for the Army, she’s 89.”
“Can I see her?” he asked.
“What for?” she asked him.
“So I can give her this letter,” he said.
“Look,” she said, “she’s in the Hospital is it really that important?”
“It might be to her,” he said.
“You can follow me there in your military Jeep,” she said, “if you want.” She walked past the military Jeep and got into a parked car and quickly drove away.
As they were taking the elevator to her great grandmothers floor at the hospital,
“What is so important about that letter?” she asked him, “that the Army would send someone to hand deliver it.”
“This letter was written to her over 60 years ago. It was found in my mother’s attic, unopened, it was never delivered.”
“Who is it from?”
“Lawrence Mattock,” he said, “the return address is my Army barracks where I am stationed now.”
“Really?” she said, “he is my great grandpa, we love reading his old letters. They are really beautiful. He really loved my Nana.”
The elevator door opened and as they stepped out in the corridor.
“So you are not here on official business?” she asked, “you went out of your way to deliver this letter?”
“I felt it was important that I deliver it,” he said, “I just felt it was the right thing to do.”
“That might have been the last letter he wrote,” she said, “he was killed in the war. I think it is sweet that you went out of your way to deliver it.”
“Hello, Nana,” Angel said to her great grandmother who was in her hospital bed.
“Who is this fine looking officer?” she asked Angel.
“He has a special letter for you from great grandpa Lawrence.”
“How do you do, mam,” he said as he shook her hand, “this letter is addressed to you, mam,” handing her the letter.
“How can that be?” she asked slightly amused, “it’s from my Lawrence?”
“Yep,” said Angel in an excited tone.
“Get me my glasses,” she said, “how can this be?”
Angel walked around the hospital bed and opened a drawer in a cabinet. She then handed her the eye glasses.
She opened the letter. Immediately she noticed it was her husbands hand writing. Tears welled up in her eyes as she began to read it,
My dearest Angel,
I know I may seem far away but I am with you. I will always be with you. Our love has no boundaries. It is a timeless love. I am waiting here, patiently, for your gentle touch, your warm smile, and loving embrace.
I will visit you and our children often on angel's wings. When you feel a gentle breeze, I am there. When you feel a warm glow, I am there. When the babies cry, we will watch them grow and they will learn more then we will ever know.
I am letting you know, no matter the difficulty, or the circumstance, I am there with you. My gifts to you will always be loving thoughts and a gentle caress of the heart.
When you see the colors of the rainbow so pretty in the sky, they will also be on the faces of Angels passing by. When friends shake your hand, and say how do you do, they are really saying, I love you.
Our love, April, is now timeless and eternal like an angel’s love.
Your fighting Angel,
“It is truly from Lawrence,” she said as the tears rolled down her cheek, “he wrote me a letter. He is waiting for me now. He waited for me over all the years. He still loves me; he sent me one of his love letters, one of his beautiful love letters.”
Angel’s eye’s welled up with tears, when she saw how the letter touched her great grandmother.
“What is your name,” April asked the young Officer.
“Lawrence,” he said, “Lawrence Boyer.”
“Boyer was my maiden name,” she said.
She told them the story of how she met her Lawrence, her Fighting Angel, on the dance floor when she was seventeen. The age her great granddaughter is now.
“How did my Lawrence send you the letter,” she asked the young officer.
Angel interrupted Lt. Boyer because she didn’t want him to spoil the moment for her great grandmother.
“He was ordered to deliver it from people high up in the Military,” Angel said to her.
“I understand,” April said as she winked at Lawrence, “soon, very soon, I will be with my fighting angel.”
“We are going to let you rest now Nana,” Angel said to her.
“My Lawrence worked as a mail carrier before the war,” she said with a big smile on her face, “like you he delivered important mail.”
April once again winked at the young officer.
Out in the corridor Angel said to Lt. Boyer, “thank you, so much, that was really, really sweet of you. It made her so happy.”
“I feel as if I was supposed to deliver the letter, as if I was on some sort of important mission.”
“Well thank you, I can’t wait to read her letter,” she said, “I read all of his letters.”
A few days later April lay in her hospital bed without fear of death because she knew her fighting angel was waiting for her. She told her great granddaughter, “don’t let life pass you by, seize the moment, embrace the here and now. That is all we have, the here and now,” she repeated, “so take full advantage of it. Take advantage of all the opportunities that lie within you. The greatest opportunities in life are within us.”
“I remember reading that in one of great grandpa Lawrence’s letters,” Angel said, “I will keep his letters for you. I will show my children someday the beautiful letters he wrote you.”
As a Nurse was administering April’s medication she noticed through the window a magnificent rainbow in the sky,
“What a gorgeous rainbow,” the Nurse said.
April clasped her hands together and said, “I must see it.”
“Your very weak, April,” the nurse said.
“Oh, please,” she said, “I must see it”
The Nurse helped her out of bed and slowly and patiently walked her over to the window. Angel looked at the magnificent rainbow,
“When you see the colors of the rainbow so pretty in the sky, they will also be on the faces of Angels passing by. When friends shake your hand, and say 'how do you do,' they are really saying, 'I love you,'” April said out loud with a tear rolling down her cheek.
“That is so beautiful are they the words to a song?” the nurse asked.
“It was in a letter my Lawrence wrote me,” she said with tears in her eyes, “he is waiting for me.”
That evening April quietly passed away, “tell great grandpa Lawrence that I love him too,” Angel told her. She held April’s hand, unable to hold back the tears.
Back on the Army base the young Lieutenant was unable to get Angel off his mind. He began to write her and eventually he started visiting her.
He went through some of April’s old photographs and letters that Angel took position of. He came across the photograph of Angel’s great grandfather, standing next to his fighter plane, ‘Fighting Angel,’ with the little note, “I shall return to you on Angels Wings.” He wondered to himself, “was he behind my delivering the letter to April. Was he behind Angel and I getting together.”
They came across an old photograph of Lt. Bob McCracken,
“That is uncanny,” April said.
“What is?” He asked.
“How much you look like him,” she said.
“Yea,” she said, “you really do”
In an open garden, with beautiful green grass, and flowers in full bloom, Angel and Lawrence exchanged their wedding vows. People began to noticed, including the bride and groom the beautiful rainbow in the sky.
“Look,” said Angel, “my Nana and great grandpa Lawrence is giving us our wedding gift.”
With tears welling up in her eyes, she looked up at the beautiful rainbow, and softly said,“thank you for the beautiful gift.”
Angel’s husband is now a Captain in the U.S. Army. He and Angel have two children; one is a boy who they named, Lawrence, he has the nickname, Lance. They also have a girl who is named after her great, great, grandmother, April; she also has her mother’s nickname, Angel.
Captain Boyer may feel that he cannot write like his wife’s great grandfather. But he still takes the time to write his Angel everyday. He also goes out of his way to tell people his story, with the utmost exuberance, how he met his wife on a very important mail carrier mission.
“There were forces at play in helping me deliver that letter on that faithful day. It was something I had to do,” he said, “and in doing so I got my greatest reward, my Angel.”
Thomas F. O’Neill
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