Les Miserables AU: Traveling Soldier (Dixie Chicks)
He was waiting for the bus in his army green
Sat down in a booth in a cafe there
Gave his order to a girl with a bow in her hair
He’s a little shy so she gives him a smile
And he said, “Would you mind sittin’ down for a while
And talking to me, I’m feeling a little low.”
She said, “I’m off in an hour and I know where we can go.”
It was the last day of summer vacation. The warm, humid night outside was slowly fading to pinks and oranges and purples while inside, the cafe was swarming with people — trying to squeeze out as much of the summer as they had left, those last few hours before sandy beaches gave way to dreary classrooms.
Cosette was going from table to table, trying to keep the customers pleased and eager to get back to school and begin her junior year. At half passed eight (and only a little time left before her last shift at the cafe ended), the door opened and a young soldier walked in, taking his seat in her section of the cafe.
She approached him with the same genial smile she gave all of her customers, but faltered when she was able to get a good look at the young man. He had short brown hair — he had not yet received the buzz cut treatment all soldiers received — and a pale face that was smackered with freckles. Freckles that did nothing to hide the shy blush that spread across his face.
“Hello, my name’s Cosette. What can I get for you?” She asked the young boy who responded with a simple,”Coffee with cream, please.”
She brought the young recruit his coffee and attended to other tables, but never completely taking her eye — or thoughts — off of the man. When her shift was almost completed, she made one last trip over to him and asked, “Can I get you anything else before Ieave?”
He looked at her, his brown eyes meeting her blue and offered a small smile, “I wouldn’t mind someone to talk to, before I ship out tomorrow morning.”
For a moment, Cosette eyed him warily but eventually just gave her small smile and nod, “Sure thing, I know somewhere we can go, if you just give me a moment.”
So they went down and they sat on the pier
He said I bet you got a boyfriend but I don’t care
I got no one to send a letter to
Would you mind if I sent one back here to you
The pier was Cosette’s favorite spot in town. It was hidden beneath the big bridge and hardly anyone ever went their, many preferring the sandy beach located on the other side of the lake. And it was here that she became acquainted with the man that was Marius Pontmercy.
Marius had no family to speak of — his only living relative being his Grandfather, who’d disowned him when he joined the forces instead of going to a university. And he had no friends to speak of, having kept to himself all through his youth, moving from city to city with his parents until they passed away his freshmen year, when he moved in with his strict grandfather.
Cosette sat and for what felt like a minute and a lifetime learned all she could about Marius, and then proceeded to return the favor by describing her life. Her childhood with the Thenardier’s and their orphanage before her father adopted her. How she was in the band and didn’t really have any friends to speak of, preferring the company of books to that of people.
And finally, when the moon had passed far into the sky and Cosette knew her father was probably worried sick, she bid the man farewell. With a small, sad smile she stood and turned to walk back to her small Rue Plummet home but was stopped when he grabbed a hold of her wrist and asked, with a pleading voice, “Do you mind if I write back to you sometimes?”
And how could she say no, to those lonely brown eyes and beautiful lips and amazing soul? So, she gave him her address and left him with a soft kiss on his dotted cheek.
So the letters came from an army camp
In California then Vietnam
And he told her of his heart
It might be love and all of the things he was so scared of
He said when it’s getting kinda rough over here
I think of that day sittin’ down at the pier
And I close my eyes and see your pretty smile
Don’t worry but I won’t be able to write for awhile
I feel like it’s been far too long since I last corresponded with you. But things have gotten busy since I was deployed and I’m afraid I won’t have as many opportunities to write letters to you, which truly does break my heart.
Everyday I miss you something terrible. Everyday I wish I could be on that pier with you instead of here. But I know I have my duty, no matter how much it conflicts with my heart. Just know that everyday I’m here I think of you. You are my first thought in the morning and my last thought when I go to bed.I see you in everything beautiful I see — the sun, the flowers that grow in bunches along the side of the road.
I’m not sure when I’ll next be able to write, so don’t fret for your dear Marius if you do not here back from me for a bit. Just say a prayer for me and keep me in your heart — you are already in control of mine.
All my love,
I cried, never gonna hold the hand of another guy
Too young for him they told her
Waitin’ for the love of a travelin’ soldier
Our love will never end
Waitin’ for the soldier to come back again
Never more to be alone when the letter said
A soldier’s coming home
Her father had been furious when he found out where she’d been, though after much reassuring had eventually calmed down and allowed her to correspond with the young man through letters.
And there were many, many letters. All letters she kept in a small, blue box beneath her bed. They wrote of everything and of nothing. She told him about school and her job and how she’d made first chair in the band. He told her of the soldiers he’d met (Enjolras with his speeches as he led them into skirmish after skirmish, Grantaire and Courferyac who sometimes snuck off to visit the local women and to get drunk, Combeferre who’d been a university student before joining the army, Jehan Prouvaire who spoke in poetry and picked flowers, and the rest of his unit, the Amis he would jokingly call them) and the views he saw.
She knew everyone at school thought it was weird that she was so enamored with a man she’d only seen in person once (well, everyone except for Musichetta, who several loved ones serving) but Cosette didn’t care. In Marius, Cosette had found her second half and she knew without a shadow of a doubt that he was the one for her. So she ignored the whispers and stares.
One Friday night at a football game
The Lord’s Prayer said and the Anthem sang
A man said folks would you bow your heads
For a list of local Vietnam dead
Crying all alone under the stands
Was a piccolo player in the marching band
And one name read but nobody really cared
But a pretty little girl with a bow in her hair
It had been weeks since his last letter and Cosette was a mess. She knew he’d said not to worry about him, but she was couldn’t help it.
It was at a friday night game, where she had managed to earn the solo during the National Anthem, when the man came over the loudspeaker with a solemn voice and began to announce the short list of soldiers who’d been pronounced killed in the line of duty. It happened once at the end of each month and it was a time that Cosette dreaded above all others.
He was almost at the end of the list and she’d thought that she’d managed to get by another month without hearing Marius’ name when the man finished with a solemn, “And finally, Pontmercy, Marius.”
Cosette didn’t make it back to the band after half time. Or home after the game. Instead, she spent half the night beneath the bleachers crying until her eyes were red and puffy, her nose running, and her uniform ruined with tear stains. She wasn’t aware of anything at all other then the name sounding again and again in her head —
Pontmercy, Marius. Pontmercy, Marius. PontmercyMariusPontmercyMariusPontmercyMarius.
She blacks out.
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