Letters to the Field: Correspondence 7/17
After Mamori had put out the mail, she returned to making her father’s cup of coffee without any hint she had stolen it. Her parents had asked why she had hurried up the stairs like that.
“I wanted to get my letter out to Youichi as soon as I could.” Mamori answered. Her father frowned, making his disapproval clear. He had never liked the Hiruma family, something he made very clear at every possible opportunity.
“Father,” Mamori looked at her father, “he only wants to know how everyone in town is.”
“He’s lying.” Her father answered with a firm, dismissing tone. The topic was closed and he had had the last word.
“Make your own coffee then.” Mamori snapped, angry. Youichi didn’t do anything to deserve that hatred.
“Now Mamori-!” Her father protested, but Mamori had left. Her mother simply gave her father a look, clearly annoyed.
“She’s just trying to help dear.” Her mother told her husband plainly. “You and I both know his father isn’t doing it.”
“I don’t get why she tries so hard to save that brat.” Her father snorted.
“Something she feels strongly about.” Her mother answered thoughtfully.
And so more days past. Mamori took care of the coffee shop, her mother kept the house, and her father helped with the fields. There was a small break in the routine when Mamori and her mother took a short trip to the big city to see if they could get a goat.
As luck would have it, Mr. Mizumachi came by to deliver the latest letter from Youichi while the ladies were away. He was wiser than he appeared to be, because he did not give the letter to Mr. Anezaki (who would had burned it). Instead the unorthodox veteran delivered it to Suzuna.
The young gossip was more than happy take the letter. When Mamori returned, Suzuna rushed over for a ladies’ night and happily read Mamori her newest letter.
Miss Mamori Anezaki-
Hello ma’am, I am Corporal Gen Takekura, Sergeant Hiruma’s second-in-command. I am transcribing this letter on his behalf as he is currently recovering from a hand injury. It isn’t anything serious, he just strained his thumb while using a machine gun the other day and is under explicit orders from our medic, Munakata, to not be using it for a day. I thought I would apologize for anything he tells me to write in advance, as Private Kobayakawa tells me he generally wishes to write swear words in his letters. I would like to assure you that despite this habit of his, he is a wonderful guy and a good leader.
-CPL. G. Takekura
Fucking Woman-
I have to admit I am fucking proud to hear that you’ve finally grown enough of a fucking spine to actually steal your own beloved fucking old man’s coffee and give it to me! There is hope for you yet!
Whatever the fucking old man told you, ignore it. He’s too fucking a sentimental old fool for his own good.
-The fuck!? What the hell do you mean I should be fucking ‘nicer’ you fucktard!?-
Fuck you all!
-Sgt. Y. Hiruma
“-and that’s how elf-bro got hurt!” Suzuna announced.
Mamori only stared at her friend then numbly took the letter from her and read it herself. Suzuna opened her mouth to say something else when she noticed Mamori had lost all of her excitement and happiness. Her face was set in a blank frown and her eyes were a blur of painful emotions.
“…Did Sena say anything?” Mamori asked, nervous.
“…Sena didn’t write me yet.” Suzuna answered quietly. Neither girl said anything while Mamori looked at her stationary. She picked up a sheet of paper and started to write worriedly. Her letters were hurried and falling off the lines.
Youichi-
You’re hurt!? Are you okay!? Did it get infected!? Are you better now!? I am so worried!
Corporal Takekura seems like a very reliable man. I hope you thanked him properly for writing that letter up for you. And would you extend a thanks from myself as well?
Please, please tell me something I can do to help!
Lots of love,
Mamori A.
Mamori put her hands up in a small prayer then kissed the paper. She hoped and prayed that someone, some angel, would watch over Youichi right now.
“I wanted to get my letter out to Youichi as soon as I could.” Mamori answered. Her father frowned, making his disapproval clear. He had never liked the Hiruma family, something he made very clear at every possible opportunity.
“Father,” Mamori looked at her father, “he only wants to know how everyone in town is.”
“He’s lying.” Her father answered with a firm, dismissing tone. The topic was closed and he had had the last word.
“Make your own coffee then.” Mamori snapped, angry. Youichi didn’t do anything to deserve that hatred.
“Now Mamori-!” Her father protested, but Mamori had left. Her mother simply gave her father a look, clearly annoyed.
“She’s just trying to help dear.” Her mother told her husband plainly. “You and I both know his father isn’t doing it.”
“I don’t get why she tries so hard to save that brat.” Her father snorted.
“Something she feels strongly about.” Her mother answered thoughtfully.
And so more days past. Mamori took care of the coffee shop, her mother kept the house, and her father helped with the fields. There was a small break in the routine when Mamori and her mother took a short trip to the big city to see if they could get a goat.
As luck would have it, Mr. Mizumachi came by to deliver the latest letter from Youichi while the ladies were away. He was wiser than he appeared to be, because he did not give the letter to Mr. Anezaki (who would had burned it). Instead the unorthodox veteran delivered it to Suzuna.
The young gossip was more than happy take the letter. When Mamori returned, Suzuna rushed over for a ladies’ night and happily read Mamori her newest letter.
Miss Mamori Anezaki-
Hello ma’am, I am Corporal Gen Takekura, Sergeant Hiruma’s second-in-command. I am transcribing this letter on his behalf as he is currently recovering from a hand injury. It isn’t anything serious, he just strained his thumb while using a machine gun the other day and is under explicit orders from our medic, Munakata, to not be using it for a day. I thought I would apologize for anything he tells me to write in advance, as Private Kobayakawa tells me he generally wishes to write swear words in his letters. I would like to assure you that despite this habit of his, he is a wonderful guy and a good leader.
-CPL. G. Takekura
Fucking Woman-
I have to admit I am fucking proud to hear that you’ve finally grown enough of a fucking spine to actually steal your own beloved fucking old man’s coffee and give it to me! There is hope for you yet!
Whatever the fucking old man told you, ignore it. He’s too fucking a sentimental old fool for his own good.
-The fuck!? What the hell do you mean I should be fucking ‘nicer’ you fucktard!?-
Fuck you all!
-Sgt. Y. Hiruma
“-and that’s how elf-bro got hurt!” Suzuna announced.
Mamori only stared at her friend then numbly took the letter from her and read it herself. Suzuna opened her mouth to say something else when she noticed Mamori had lost all of her excitement and happiness. Her face was set in a blank frown and her eyes were a blur of painful emotions.
“…Did Sena say anything?” Mamori asked, nervous.
“…Sena didn’t write me yet.” Suzuna answered quietly. Neither girl said anything while Mamori looked at her stationary. She picked up a sheet of paper and started to write worriedly. Her letters were hurried and falling off the lines.
Youichi-
You’re hurt!? Are you okay!? Did it get infected!? Are you better now!? I am so worried!
Corporal Takekura seems like a very reliable man. I hope you thanked him properly for writing that letter up for you. And would you extend a thanks from myself as well?
Please, please tell me something I can do to help!
Lots of love,
Mamori A.
Mamori put her hands up in a small prayer then kissed the paper. She hoped and prayed that someone, some angel, would watch over Youichi right now.