"I cried Never gonna hold the hand of another guy Too young for him they told her..."

You were a military partner. Your beloved soldier, Ghost, was off on yet another mission.

Your days turned into waiting around, waiting for something, anything. A letter, a call, hell, you'd even settle for a messenger pigeon. Just a sign Your beloved was alive.

As you sat there, a song came on the radio. Travelin' Soldier by The Chicks.

"What a sweet song, Baby."

It was him. Your soldier.