If I Donâ€™t Come Back
Copyrighted by Lorna Tedder. Originally published in Third Degree Ebb and Flow.
While sitting in the 20th iteration of a high-level meeting and discussing the same things weâ€™ve talked through 19 times before, I noticed a VIP sitting in the corner, absent-mindedly trimming his fingernails. It reminded me of stories of kamikaze pilots trimming their nails before a battle from which they would not return.
So that there would be something of them to bury.
I thought, too, of all the stories, movies, and books where a soldier wrote a last letter before battle and left it for a buddy to give his loved ones.
â€œIf I donâ€™t come back, give this to my girl.â€
â€œIf I donâ€™t come back, tell my girl I loved her.â€
I want to live my life so I donâ€™t ever have to say, â€œIf I donâ€™t Â comeÂ back, Â give Â this Â to….â€ Â I want Â the Â people Â I adore to know how I feel, here and now, and never have to wonder and never have to be surprised later.