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Travelin' Soldier (OC/Jeff Hardy)
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Me, Me, Me.

song by Dixie Chicks


Characters: Jeff Hardy, a mention of Matt Hardy,  and original characters.

Disclaimer; I don't own Jeff or Matt nor know them, I do however own Brooklyn and a few others.


"Travelin' Soldier"


Two days past eighteen


            Jeff Hardy looked into the mirror in the hallway of the home he had been raised in along with his brother Matt. Their father was all they had but they had made things work and live a happy life. After one last glance at himself he picked up his bag of belongings and headed out the door.


            His dad was waiting in his truck for his youngest son, he was driving his baby to the bus station. Jeff signed up for the services and he was being called to duty. Tears formed in his father's eyes as he watched him stride toward the truck; he was extremely proud of Jeff.


He was waitin' for the bus in his army greens


            Dressed and ready to go fight for his country Jeff watched his dad pull away from the station. He looked at his watch realizing that he was hours early since he had mixed up the bus schedule. He looked around spotting a small café across the street; he decided to go grab a bite to eat.


Sat down in a booth at a café there


            He took a booth near the window so he could take in the scenery one last time for an extended period of time while looking over the menu.


Gave his order to the girl with a bow in her hair


            A young girl around the age of sixteen, who had her hair pulled back with a small red bow, walked over to Jeff to take his order. Quietly he told her what he wanted and she went to retrieve it for him..



He's a little shy so she gave him a smile


            Placing his cup of coffee in front of him she looked into his gorgeous green eyes and smiled. That smile melted his heart as he smiled back. "By the way my name is Brooklyn," she said.


So he said Would you mind sittin' down for awhile

And talkin' to me. I'm fellin' a little low


            "It's nice to meet you, would you have some time to talk to me?" he asked in hope that she would. He really needed someone to talk to; he couldn't believe he was on his way to war. It just seemed impossible to him.


She said I'm off in an hour and I know where we can go


            She readily agreed and suggested he wait for her in the café, which he agreed to as he sipped his coffee slowly. He kept his eyes on her as she continued to work until her work was done for the day. She grabbed her jacket and he his bag and made their way outside.


So they went down and they sat on the pier


            They talked about everything, even the weather. When he decided he better ask about her relationship status.


He said, I bet you got a boyfriend but I don't care

I've got no one to send a letter to

Do you mind if I send one back here to you?


            She looked into his eyes as she told him, "There is no one that resembles a boyfriend in my life." She also suggested a he send a letter home to his dad, but if he really wanted he could write her too.


            "I will send a letter to my dad, but I'd very much like to write you."


            She smiled and took his hand into hers, kissing him softly on the lips. She grabbed a piece of paper from her coat pocket and quickly scribbled down her address.


            "Listen I really appreciate that you talked to me; I'm sorry but I have to be going."


            "I understand," she said watching him stand up. "I'm glad I got to meet you."


            "Are you walking me back to the station?" he asked.


            "I think I'm going to stay here for awhile and watch the water as she began to cry.


            "Alright," he said turning around and walking away.


I cried


            She spent the next few hours setting alone by the pier crying. She had just met the man she wanted to spend the rest of her life with.


Never gonna hold the hand of another guy


            She knew at that moment she would never love anyone else. She wouldn't even take another guy's hand in hers. Feeling empty inside she stood up and returned to the café where it had all began.


            He fellow co-workers all immediately knew something had happened. "Brooklyn, are you alright?" an older lady named Marie asked.


            "Not really," she responded. "I fell in love with a soldier today." She cried in Marie's arms. "If he never comes back I will never love again."


To young for him they told her


            "Sweetie, you're too young to be in love with that man," Maria said patting her back. "You will find someone else in time. That man is too old for you," she added trying to make Brooklyn feel better.


Waitin' for the love of the travelin' soldier

Our love will never end


            "I don't know what you're talking about Maria; he's only two years older than I. And my love for him will last forever as will his," she said praying it was true."


Waitin' for the soldier to come back again


            "I would wait forever for him to come back and I will"


Never to be alone again


            "then we will be together, Jeff Hardy and I"


When the letter says a soldier's coming homing


            "I believe that in a short period of time I'll get a letter fom him and he'll come back."


            "I hope that's true Brooklyn. And I'll pray for ya."



So the letters came

From an army camp


            Weeks had gone by since she saw Jeff without a word from him. She became worried by thinking something bad had happened to him but that day when the mail arrived she had received a stack of letters. He explained the situation he was facing and that they letters would take awhile to get to her but not to worry.


In California then Vietnam


            He told her that they transferred him to a camp in Vietnam and it would be soon when he would begin to fight.


He told her of his heart

It might be love

And all the things he was so scared of


            She read his letter with tears in her eyes. This is what it said:


My Dearest Brooklyn,

I'm so glad you gave me your address. I've been thinking of you a lot. And I'm afraid to tell you this but I think I'm in love with you. I never planned for this to happen but it's true and I wanted you to know


Said when it's getting kinda rough over here

I think about the day sittin' down on the pier

And I close my eyes and see your pretty smile


Every time things start getting bad I'll just remember your beautiful face and that pretty smile you gave me the first day in the café


Don't worry but I won't be able to write for a while


Please don't worry when the letters don't show up soon because things will be happening that won't allow me to write but believe me you'll hear from me again. I love you.


                                       Jeff Hardy


I cried


            The letter made her break down and cry, because she loved him too.


Never gonna hold the hand of another man


            That moment she decided for sure that he was the only man for her.


To young for him they told her

Waitin' for the love of a travelin' soldier


            She promised herself she'd never give up on him


Our love will never end

Waitin' for the soldier to come back again

Never more to be alone

When the letter says a soldier's coming home


            She held a place in her heart only for him and she'd never let that place go.



One Friday night at a football game

The Lord's Pray said and the anthem sang


            She was a member in her high school band so she was there to show her support to the team. Her mind kept wondering to Vietnam. Was Jeff alright? Did something bad happen? All the questions raced through her head.


A man said folks would you bow your heads

For a list of local Vietnam dead


            She felt her heart sink when those words were spoken by the principal of her school. She hadn't yet seen the newspaper announcements; she wasn't even aware that anyone locally had died. She listened to the names being read carefully"George Liner, Kevin Browers, Jeffrey Hardy"


Cryin' all alone under the stands

Was the piccolo player in the marching band

And one name read and no one really cared

But a pretty little girl with a bow in her hair

(C) Abigail Louise Wotring