Soldier's return

Its been a long year since this is the only time of the year where all soldiers go to meet their loved ones, we call it the ending yet governments call it the victory. Battles are over, half of the world is still burning to ashes. I stll have miles to travel, just to see a person. Not being dead alone is a victory on our side. The train tracks drive the almighty brazen bull to the village and we all burn inside.

I got off the train, my suit was a bit stained. I looked around , I could not see her. Anxiety rises in my heart, I can feel my heart beating. Honestly it is already beaten to the point where a human and a soldier are just one sculpture. I saw a silouhette, a hat with a traditional long british gown . It is her, it actually is her. She started running towardsm me piercing the white smoke layer of the train. Finally i saw her eyes which was not forgotten for the last the long years. I felt the warmth when she hugged me tightly. Honestly I was waiting for this moment over years but how long will it last ?

 





















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