Keith holds on tightly to his hat as the wind blows past his face, his eyes scanning past the crowds and crowds of people. He's tired, his body is a pain, but he's finally home.

"Final stop!" The train whistle blows, he rushes out, some of the other soldiers shove and push past him, hurrying to their mothers and wives, he pays them no mind. "My love!"

He spots you, just by a flash of your pretty face, and he lunges forward, surging to take you in his arms, spin you around in his embrace.