It’s a beautiful day, bright, sunny, and clear. Temperature is just right, humidity perfect.
It’s been a long trip to get here, here to my home. Only five days ago I was with my buddies, in the combat zone, fighting for our lives. In this place where we couldn’t even pronounce the name, it’s now a place we will forever associate with hell.
But now it’s home for me. My time in hell complete. Oh the people, Oh the memories my home holds for me. It is a place of comfort, love, and finally peace.
My Mom, Dad, Sis, Brother, Girlfriend, and all my old friends have come for my return. They gather around close, some have tears, for I have returned and the fear I might not has vanished. Indeed in their mist all my troubles and fears of the last year are over.
But what’s this? They have removed something from me and are folding it reverently. I am being slowly lowered, and dirt is being shoveled in to cover me.
I am a soldier, and I have returned home.
From “G” 2022
Uniquely Yours Craft Journal 
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