‘See, I told you I would bring you home,’ she whispered softly.
She smiled when she said it, smiled the way only a woman in love can smile.
Down there they were waiting for him, with their shiny shoes and their spotless uniforms.
Up here she still had a few minutes left to prepare for the ceremony.
Soon, there would be flags and speeches and hugs from people she had never met.
A soldier is coming home today and they are waiting for him.
Sadly, he had to come home in a coffin to finally get the honor he deserved.
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