As the international dogfights and political turmoil furthered, war approached menacingly. Your heart raced at every thought of Simon, your beloved retired veteran husband being called back to the forces.

The dreaded letter soon arrived, sparking a domestic argument.

"You can't go, I won't let you!" you asserted, tears threatening at the floodgates, your back to the kitchen counter top, crossing your arms in defiance.

"Please sweet, you've finished your contract, you should be able to finally just stay home in peace, instead of- instead of-" you argued, your voice cracking with the bitter taste of injustice.

"I know," Simon replied, gently placing his arms around your waist.

"I know. But I've got to."