I Can Never End so This Isn't the Ending

Have you ever lost something you loved a lot..if you have take that pain and times it by a million and then you will be able to know what I was feeling. If you have been lucky enough not to ever lost something or someone like that then I applaud you may you never have to, but you need to under stand how I was feeling I wanted to die.
I was waiting for years for news that Edward wasn't really dead to come. That news never came and when my mind realized that nothing was ever coming. I wanted to break everything in sight and I tried to break it all. I broke everything in the house and when that wasn't enough to satisfy me, I burnt down the house and left Italy for good.
I had no plan I just went to the nearest airport and picked a city. As I was waiting for the plane I over heard two men talking about Mussolini and his siding with Hitler in the fighting. This confused me I had know idea who this man was. To tell the truth I didn't really even know what year it was. I faintly remember the change of the year, but to what year I wasn't sure. I went to the nearest news stand and bought a newspaper and started to read it. There wasn't much helpful information in it. You could tell that it was a government supported paper and that key details were missing. The only thing that it helped me with was the date, it was June 12th 1940.
I finally looked looked around me at the people in the airport and saw that there were more then you would expect. It looked like those who could where catching flights out of Italy. I later found out that I was on the last flight out of Italy to Paris. In Paris I was able to find out what had been happening. While I was in my confinement Hitler had came to power in Germany in the 30's and he was now trying to take over eastern Europe and he was winning. I knew what was to come I had seen it happen before and I knew I need to get back to the US. Because it would be hard to hide in a war torn country. I found a boat to the US (no planes where flying overseas anymore.) I went straight to my lawyer and set up a small house and name in Washington D.C. I wanted to know what was happening with this war over seas.
The US at the time hadn't entered the fighting officially so there wasn't much information that was public so I got a job as a secretary to for some man that was in the military and close to the president. For two years I labored at this horrid job waiting for something to happen that would make the US get into the fighting and get me in the fighting. I wanted to fight! I wanted to help to do something this time. I had seen so many wars happen and never fought in any of them, and this one I wanted in on the main action. It happened finally Dec 7th 1942 Pearl Harbor was bombed and the President put the US in the war.
I went to the man I was working for and asked him to be put in one of the hospitals that would be close to the front lines. At first he didn't want to and it took me three days to get him to do it. So I went I was made a nurse's assistant, I soon became a doctors assistant every doctor wanted to work with me. They thought I was a good luck charm because every person that they would work on would live even with cases that should have died. I supported that rumor that I was a good luck charm I didn't want them to take a closer look at what I was or what I was doing.
It wasn't hard to cover my tracks I worked at night when everyone was sleeping. I would give the patient a high dose of morphine just to make sure that they wouldn't wake up and then heal the wounds. I volunteered for every mission that needed a doctor and assistant, I was caught only once in healing someone. A young doctor who was new to the field hospital and he had volunteered for a mission with me. We were to traveled with a group of English soldiers to Sword beach. We where put on the farthest boat out in the sea it was to be the last one to land because the others had to fight. When the beach was taken we came ashore and went to work. There was a small patch of German gunners that had been in hiding and when my boat made land fall they opened fire. I was hit once by a few bullets but it was nothing much. I healed my wounds just enough so I could work on the others that where still living.
The morphine ran out fast so I had to work without it this time.The ones I healed got the idea of what I was doing, but most were in so much pain that almost none of them remembered.
The young doctor I had came with was hit and he stupidly remembered. When we got back to our main hospital he spread the word that I was some kind of witch that healed others. Its a shame that he did that, because he was a good doctor,but I had to protect myself. I called my old boss and told him what was going on and the young doctor was discharged.
That was close to the end of the war then, it soon ended and I went back to the US. I was awarded some medals for my madness. The war was a great distraction it was just what I had needed.I had put my life in danger and lived. I took this a sign that I needed to start to live a real life again. So I did.I killed off this heroine I had made up and picked back up my real name Elphaba St.James and lived.
I used my money to travel the US for a few years while Europe re-built. I bought land and houses when I found a city or state I liked. When Europe was safe again I traveled there along with Asia I bought houses and land when I found a nice place. Years passed and I didn't really care I made a few friends in my travels they would help me pick out new places to go and see.
One woman named Jane told me to travel around a place called Singapore.I went and fell in love with the little city.I rented an apartment started to look for land to build my own house.It was 1975 when I rented the little apartment it was also the year my lawyer John died. He was 85... another person I had out lived. I went back to the US for the funeral and to meet his son who was now my lawyer. My account had always been in his family and it was time for him to meet me and get the ground rules. This man was nothing like his father he was a snake in the grass that had no problem biting me.