I was finally on my way home. After months of war, all that I had seen, everything I had been through, I was finally coming home. I would finally be able to see my girlfriend, my love, my soulmate, and one day, my bride. Well, or so I hoped.
I could wait to see her sweet smile, hold her tight to my body, breathe in that sweet scent I missed so much. I was almost jumping with joy. I would be in all senses of the word, but all that would do is jar my left arm, which was currently in a sling. I couldn't wait to tell her about my time away. Not the fighting, of course, since those just weren't things my lady needed to hear. No, I would only tell her about my victory. How I had gone behind enemy lines to capture the general with a broken arm. How the thought of her beautiful face was the only thing that could take the pain away.
Finally. We came to a crest of the hill we had been climbing for about 30 minutes now, just as the sun began to set behind me. I reached a hand up to brush my long, shaggy, brown hair from my blue-green eyes. God, I needed a bath. I needed food. I needed water, clean clothes.. I needed her.