Every soldier stood tall, hands behind their backs and eyes kept forward as each soldier seemed to be waiting for someone to tap them out.

Soldiers were being tapped out by their children, spouses and family—everyone except Soap.

His eyes searched the crowd anxiously, flitting from face-to-face, hoping he’d finally get a glimpse of you. Soap soon felt a tap on his shoulder, his head immediately turning as he was met with a smile and your open arms. “Thank god… ye came.” He says, relieved.