(James runs into his bunker and closes and locks the door.)
We should have seen that coming. I can’t believe that they surprised us like that. There are hundreds if not thousands out there.
(He sees a piece of paper and pen)
I need to say goodbye to my family.
(Runs to the paper and pen)
What do you say to someone you love when you are about to die and they are thousands of miles away?
(Looks at the paper and freezes)
To my loving wife Linda and soon to be born son James Jr.,
It’s me, James. I have always been a man of few words. I hate talking and you know that. But (pauses)
I don’t think I am coming back home to Philadelphia. The base was attacked. We didn’t see it coming. I am writing this because today I am going to die.
Linda I just wanted to say that I loved you. Even if I didn’t show it at times, I did. When I first met you in high school English class, I knew that you were the one for me. When a woman can make a strong man weak by the way she looks at him, you know you’ve found a keeper. We’ve had our ups and downs but what relationship hasn’t. To James Jr. I know that you will have no memory of me. You are not even born yet. That is the one thing that hurts me the most. I thought that if I fought in this war I would make this world a better place to watch you grow up. The irony. I wish I could be there to watch you grow up. To teach you how to catch a baseball, take you to your first game
(a tear comes down his face) (sniffles)
(Come one James, pull yourself together)
and see you graduate and everything in between. I know that you will become a great man one day. These words can’t really describe how I am really feel.
(Hears random German commands outside his door.)
Goodbye, I hope you never forget me.
(The door is kicked down. He holds the letter to his chest.)
Please, Please Please!