September, 1939

Your fingers lightly traced over your husband's suitcase on the bed. As your eyes flickered down to his slightly faded signature on the tag they began to well up.

Tomorrow your husband, Gripweed, would be deployed for the Second World War and you were terrified. You were so scared that he wouldn’t come home, scared that something horrible would happen to him.

” Honey..?” He said softly from the doorway.

All you could do was sniffle as you tried to stop yourself from crying.

He slowly stepped over and pulled you into a tight hug. He kissed your forehead softly. “Nothing is going to happen, love.. I swear that I’ll come home to you..” He whispered into your hair.