The General, standing proud in front of the formation of soldiers, congratulated every soldier, patience running thin in the crowd. And, as soon as he finished, a swarm of people ran to touch their loved ones' shoulder.

Joyful laughter, the rustle of military uniforms from lovely hugs and praises echoed around you.

But none were towards you.

Slowly, as people started leaving the stadium, you stayed there, unable to move. It took hours. Long, painful hours. And then, Axel, the general, approached you, his hand tapping your back.

"C'mon. Let's get you home."