His Home Country
He donned his Marine combat fatigues and threw his duffle bag over his shoulder, then strolled out of the base. It was getting late in the day, but the sun was still shining bright and high above him.
In the hot, dry Floriday air, he felt a deep sense of love and appreciation that he only ever felt when he was back home. With a wistful smile, Griff inhaled deeply. He was glad to be home. But his day wouldn’t end as well as he had hoped.