IC: WW-II Rages On - Small Town Iowa

[sammyT]

IC: I was 19 in the fall of 1942 and lived in Davis, Iowa, population 620. Life was unfair. I had watched my dad, uncles, and almost every other male between the ages of 16 and 40 head of to fight the War against the Axis forces. A severe infection had left me nearly deaf in my left ear, and I was turned down by the Army. All of the men told me that I had an important job in taking care of the women and children that were left behind. I tried to believe in the importance of my charter, but wasn't completely convinced ...at least at first.

At 6'2", 190 lbs with blond hair and brown eyes, I was the only able bodied man for miles around the town of Davis. I soon began getting requests to patch leaky roofs, fix fence, replace windows, etc. for the women left behind when the men went off to war. In addition, I was the man of the family at home, being left with my 33-year old mother, and two older sisters aged 21 and 23 (both at home).

The scene opens at the Davis Baptist Church on a late September Saturday evening. The fall social is this evening and everyone is preparing for the evening meal. Usually, there is a dance that follows, but this year the plan is for hayrack rides and games for the kids instead. As usual, I'm the only male between the ages 15 and 45 and feel a bit awkward.

Cast: My mother and two sisters, along with the women of the community. The women of Davis vary in age, income and marital status. They have one thing in common - the occasional need for an able bodied man to help them keep the home fires burning.

 

[landiek]

sara

OOC
Sara
age 21, the middle child
5' 6"
long silky ( small of back)yellow white hair
silverish grey eyes
157 pounds
38C-29-36, very plump looking bottom
can be shy at times
long slender legs
works as assistant to the phone company.
Dreams of being a WAC.
Plain features, nice complexion.
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Watching so many men get into the buses that took them to be trained and shipped out to "over there". I began to get depressed. I joined a some group of girls called "Morale Boosters", it was our duty to write to the soldiers and let them know that they are doing a wonderful job by defending our country. I write to 20 different soldiers every three days so they have something to look forward to.

We had listened to the radio for a little while until Mother had us turn it off. Reminding us that we have to do our part and save the batteries. We sat around and looked at each other and wondered about the war. Personally I wished it was over so my Tommy could come home.

I knew some of the women in town were getting letters from The Army but I never knew what they were about, until Tommy's mother got one. That is when the War meant more then just letters. It brought Death and my Tommy was coming home. In a pine box... I cried for days and more the day he was laid to rest.

 

[papillon24]

Janie Rowllins

OOC:

Tall with short blond hair to her shoulders and glistening green eyes. 20 years old and younger sister to Tommy and best friend of Sara. Works at the local support clinic. a bit of a tomboy

IC: It had been had since the notice of Tommy had come. Mama was beside herself and the thoughs had made me sick. It seen the whole town had been there at the service.

I knew Sara was just devastated knowing her love was gone forever.

I let the time pass before going to see Sara again. I though maybe seeing me would be too much and seeing her brother made me nervous as hell. It had been years I had liked him but he never noticed me. There were other girls out there prettier than me and more feminine.

I wandered down the street late in the day to see Sara in hopes of comforting her.

I tapped lightly on the door waiting for her to answer

 

[sammyT]

The services were wrenching. Mrs Rollins and Janie were both so distraught. Sara was too. Well, everyone was. Tommy was a friend of mine. In Davis Iowa everyone knew each other and it was that simple. I had given Mrs Rollins a big hug after the services and she smiled at me through bloodshot eyes. I told her that if she ever needed anything.....anything at all, to let me know and I'd help all that I could. She kissed me softly on the cheek and told me that of all of Tommy's friends, I was her favorite. I think she was just being nice.

I just adored my sister Sara. We were only two years apart in age and like of the families we knew, we had only a small farmhouse on the edge of town that housed the family of 5....my parents in one bedroom, and my two sisters and I lived in the loft over the kitchen. In a house as small as ours, there were few secrets and no privacy. Sara and I had shared countless nights whispering in the loft on every subject imaginable from crops, to cows, to church, to sex.

I felt extra sad for Sara since it was during one of our late night visits that she had shared with me her decision to let Tommy take her virginity on the night before he shipped out. As it turned out, Tommy was unaware of her decision and spent his last night in town with a bottle of Moonshine prepared special by his uncle. He passed out early, and my sister came home untouched. It didn't seem funny now.

The truth was that Sara and I had experiemented with each other quite alot over the years. What had started playful wrestling had turned into quite an attraction for each other. She was very cury, had a body that the old guys said was "made for lovin", lovely skin and her breasts were beautiful, and was Cilla's -- my oldest sister who was thinner, but very pretty. We'd never actually went the distance, but the distinction was a very fine line.

I also had felt so sorry for Janie, Tommy's sister. She too was heartbroken over the loss, but left the services before I could offer my condolences. Janie had always been a bit of a "pain in the ass" for Tommy and I over the years as most little sisters sometimes are, but she had become a pretty young woman with an innocence that was kind of appealing. I was sorry that I hadn't got the chance to hug her.

I was out in the barn when I saw Janie coming up the road, probably looking for Sara who was in helping with dinner. I watcher her for a minute, then went back to the chores. Afterall, the cow won't milk herself, but I always thought of sex while I was milking. I'm not sure why, but I think mostly just boredom with a job that I'd had twice a day since I was six.

My thoughts turned to Mrs Rollins, and the kiss she'd given me earlier. I'd always been kind of sweet on her.........

 

[landiek]

Sara

Since Momma was able to get dinner on her own she sent me outside. I was out back hanging clothes. I never thought much about using the scrub board until I saw one of the new wringer ones at the Mercantile Store. I was finishing a tub of jeans when I noticed Janie heading this way. I walked into the house and met her part way. Opening the door and inviting her in.

"How are you feeling, Janie? How is your mother?" I was trying to be polite to my friend and almost sister. I had wondered if she felt as dead inside as I was.

"I thought I would stop by and check on you, Sara."

"I'm glad. Will you stay for supper. It's Pork and Potatoes. I would really like it if you could stay and visit a spell." I held my own and wasn't crying and neither had she. Perhaps now we could heal.

 

[papillon24]

Janie

"Sure I'll come on in for a bit. How have you been Sara" My voice trying to steady itself as I spoke. "Mama really misses your visits. It would really help if you camee over sometime and visited with her"

I steped in and made my way over to the sofa taking a seat.

 

[landiek]

Sara

I felt bad that I had not been over to see her but I felt guilty by being in that house and feeling like he was there. Really it was my mind playign tricks on my heart.

Momma announced that dinner was ready so I went to get my brother. I walked to the barn quietly. Sometimes the cows get spooked and kick, I didn't want to have my brother getting kicked in the head