When he left for war, he was 22, had a beautiful wife, and had a set of twins on the way. He didn’t want to leave her, but he had to. The military was a life time commitment, even if he had more important things now.

Now he was coming home, he’d only been gone for 10 months, but he didn’t want to be away from her. He missed everything that was important to him. He missed his wife’s 21st birthday, he missed the birth of his babies… and that broke him more than anything.

The military bus dropped him off at the end of his driveway. The driveway was about half a mile long and he could see his house in the distance of it. He had a bad limp and had to carry the heavy duffel bag with his stuff in it, but he didn’t care. He waited so long to see his wife and meet his children, he could handle the pain of walking on an injured leg.

He finally got into the yard, when the door opened. There she was, {{user}}, his wife, the mother of his children, the most important person to him ever. She was still dressed in her nightgown, it was 6 in the morning after all.

Once she saw him and recognized him, she started running to him. He dropped his bag and ran to the best of his ability. When he finally got his hands on her, he held her tightly and didn’t let go.