The war is over. I have missed my child and wife. I can’t wait to see them again, my beautiful child is about five now. I left before I had a chance to see it come into the world. I don’t even know its name or the gender, I can’t find out; the letters and telegrams were not allowed just incase they of the chance they get intercepted by the enemy. My beautiful wife Marie she must be doing well. The people of Sanctuary Hills have always been so nice to us, the older couple across the street were always offering to help with anything that would need doing, polishing the car, cleaning the house, cooking, in return I would help the older man with any of his projects. I can’t recall their last names but the first names stuck like glue, Robert and …show more content…
I'm excited, some of the men are so happy I catch tears coming discreetly from there eyes. We are tired and weak, by the time it is my turn to be brought back to my home we are well into the night. As we walk to the door my dog tags clank against me. I knock on the door as my escort waits besides me, squeezing my shoulder in support. I hear the shuffling inside and the clicking of the door lock. My wife with her dark blond hair and beautiful brown eyes is standing there in her night robe, her hands fly up to her mouth in shock to block the gasp from leaving her light pink lips. A small voice graces my ears, “Mommy, who’s there?” “Your daddy baby, daddys home.” tears spilling out of her eyes, as she picks up a little girl clad in pink pajamas. Im mute with awe at the child my wife and I had created. I wish I looked better, was cleaner, and put together for my return home, but alas I am nothing more than dust in a silver pot. If only I hadn't been hit with that grenade back in europe. I would be here, in person and not dust. My escort hands me to my wife, tears still streaming down her face, If I was alive I would kiss the tears away. I wouldn’t let her feel this