The Promise - By Bethany Wu (English Version)
On a serene evening, Pierre sat alone in the tent outside his home with a small candle flickering beside him. He took up his pen and began writing about his unspoken emotions. He gazed at the stars across the sky as if a tiny light of hope sprinkled upon his weary soul. In three hours’ time, he would have to leave for nine long months; far from home and from the arms of those he loves.
His letter began:
“Dear family, when you read this letter, I hope you can feel the love I have placed between each line. I have tried to say these things in person, but sometimes it is hard to speak when my heart feels heavy. Tonight, I want to write down these unspoken words before I march again.”
Suddenly, tears streamed down his face like an unstoppable river. The thought of leaving his wife and their daughter tore his heart, yet he kept writing:
“No matter how far I go, remember that we are always under the same sky. Please remind Michaela that Daddy loves her deeply! She is only three months old. I know I will miss many of her ‘firsts’ — her first word, her first step... This thought hurts in ways I cannot describe. However, I remind myself that what I am doing is for her, so she can grow up in a country that is safe and free.”
Every word he wrote carried a deep father’s love and a soldier’s courage; within each line lingered the quiet ache of leaving his daughter behind. As he continued on, his thoughts drifted to the woman who had always been his true support. Tears fell even more, but he took a deep breath and pressed on:
“To my wife, I know by the time you read this, I have already left to serve our country. Please know that I could never do this without you. Thank you for your support through the years! You have given me everything — love, strength, and the belief that some things are worth standing up for. I know we both try to hide away our tears. Also, though you never say some words aloud, I know what they mean: ‘Come home safe.’ And I promise, I will.”
The wind blew softly, making the candle’s flame dance. A thought crossed his mind: What if I never return? He tried to push the fear away and kept writing.
“If I should fall, don't weep! Remember me with pride. When you see the Canadian flag wave in the wind, think of me and smile. If you miss me, look to the stars; I am shining above you.”
When he finished, he folded his letter carefully, like a treasure, and placed it on his wife’s dressing table.
That night, Pierre stepped into the unknown; not only for his country, but carrying the weight of love and the unwavering belief that he would come back and hold his family close again.