Happy To Be Home
Dressed in his combat fatigues and with his Marine duffle bag slung over one shoulder, Griff walked out of the Marine base. The sun was still high in the sky, although the day was tilting toward a late afternoon.
The air was hot and dry, although heavy with the love that can only be found in your home country.
Griff inhaled it with a sad smile, happy to be home. But nothing good would come of his day.