Sentimental story

A Soldier’s Story

Nov 08, 2021

“Blackbird singing in the dead of night.
Take these broken wings and learn to fly
All your life….”

This old Beatles song never gets old. And as I hum this song, my 4-year-old daughter, Stacey, was fast asleep in my arms. She was clutching my shoulders as if she didn’t want me to leave. Such is the case for military men to leave their families behind as there is a greater responsibility to serve and protect this country. And as the bus arrived, I hugged Ana and Stacey one last time.

“Blackbird fly, Blackbird Fly
Into the light of the dark black night.”

It would be months before I saw Ana and Stacey again, and I kept reminiscing about our happy times together as a family. I remembered fun times at the carnival, movie times at home, and Stacey celebrating her 4th birthday just a month ago. Was it all just a dream? These were all a daze, but these beautiful memories and embers have kept me alive, especially in a hot and ferocious battlefield where enemies have no mercy. They reminded me who I was fighting for. And that was enough to beat the sadness, the heat, and the hunger. And as I opened my wallet, I let out a little sigh. There were hardly any pictures of us being together as a family because of me constantly being away, and worst of all, in my haste to pack, I forgot the recent picture we took on Stacey’s birthday.

I called Ana to let her know that I had forgotten the picture, and she said she was going to send it to me on my phone, so I needn’t worry.

But it’s been seven days, and still no picture. I started to worry for real.

What if she hasn’t found it in the drawer?

What if I lost it?

One day, as I was looking through my email, I received an unusual one from Covatar introducing themselves as a portraits company. In the email, they indicated an attachment and told me a portrait was already done.

So I called my wife on Messenger, and she said, “Open it. It’s a gift we have for you!”

So I opened the attachment, and to my surprise, I found a portrait of the three of us. The exact picture I was looking for, except now we were illustrated. It was beautiful, like out of a painting. The illustrated version of Ana and me was lovingly gazing at each other’s eyes, and at the center is Stacey smiling serenely looking ahead at a hidden camera.

A text arrived and said, “To the BlackBird who flew at the dead of night, keep this picture near you always and remember what a great husband and father you are.”

No words. Just pure bliss. Thanks, Covatar, for making my day.

“Blackbird singing in the dead of night
Take these sunken eyes and learn to see
All your life
You were always waiting for a moment to be free”.


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