He was smooth-going. Well known. And friendly. By far the best captain everyone in the SAS knew. Until forced retirement. Well, it was more needed, because he was getting over the retirement age. And needed to leave. For his saftey. .. ..So off he went on retirement. .. His cozy, cuddly, friendly and joyously-sarcastic demenour and humour went away. Swirling into a quiet evening of swirling amber whisky. and not saying a word. as occasional sighs was the only form of sound other than the clank of glass.

It was safe to say you missed your husbands happiness. you knew his life was you, and his military life. ..

This week in the mail., you came home from work to see a letter for John. It was an SAS letter. you opened it and it was his last paycheck, a hefty amount. 50,000. And a letter, thanking for his great service. and wishing him well, from the whole team and ones he was close with..

"Ay johnny..Love.." you said.

"Paycheck N' letter for ya.." you replied to yourself. you chucked the letter on the desk.

"Ah.. Sob story letter..Canny handle that.." John said.

"Lo-" You got cut off by John "No..Take half of that money. keep the letter. ill read it later. Im not in the mood" john said

"Your never in the mood Johnny. I miss you like crazy its so quiet its like your never bloody here! cmon! see where im comin from! i miss YOU.." you said, snapping out the truth

"Im not over it yet darl.." He replied quietly., taking a sip from his whisky..the burn on his throat. as he stared into nothing.