Two girls grew up in the "same" town, "same" street, "same" surroundings. Their parents dropped them off at the "same" school each week day and they got together at the "same" houses every weekend. One girl was named Sarah while the other was Jane. They grew up making pacts, playing with dolls and listening to the music of the time. Promises were made by the both of them, that they would never forget each other. They very last time they had together was the last promise they made. Each girl got a piece of paper with the same promises written on it and then they both signed it. They smiled at the sight of the papers called "Promise Papers." Both girls grew older with time, as war broke out in Vietnam. Sarah's brother was drafted...Jane's wasn't. The two families were so close, but then became so distant. The girls at the age of 13 weren't ready for change, weren't ready for life without one another. Sarah's family moved away when reports of her brothers death in Vietnam hit home. Jane watched out her window at the car being packed and than ran down to her friend, and held her hand, as they always promised they would do in a time of pain. It was part of the "Promise Papers." The car was loaded and soon the grip unfastened and they both felt alone. They both realized life was changing, and promises might not last...a single tear fell from each of their eyes...

Time passed and both girls were grown up and Sarah was married, without Jane in the wedding. After the move they both moved on and never really thought of each other...or at least not publicly. Maybe they never called because they were scared, or because neither of them were sure. Sarah's husband was a police officer for that "same" town and a year after marriage he was shot and killed on the job. It made the news to the TV in Jane's house, she listened and then noticed the wife. She ran to her bedroom and pulled out her "Promise Paper" out of her drawer and cried. The promises were never really kept, but that was going to change. Jane grabbed her coat and left the house, not knowing exactly where or what she was doing, but her instincts would guide her. She walked up Sarah's steps and knocked quietly at the door and it opened slowly, exposing the two old friends to each other like the old times. Not saying a word Sarah ran up to her room and pulled out her "Promise Paper" and read it closely as Jane waited at the door. The paper read: