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My soldier is home

Standing at the airport I feel a little alone. Where is Taja? He should’ve been here by now. I pace up and down the large room. When I finally see his plane land I jump up and run to greet him. As he enters the room everything else goes away. I run over to him and hold him in my arms. My soldier is home! We walk to the luggage racks. After grabbing his bags we take off for the car.
“I’m glad you’re back.” I say.
“It’s nice to be home.” He replies. “I missed you.”
“I missed you too.” We walk on in silence for a bit. Then I can’t help it. “Taja?”
“Yeah?”
“When are we going to start planning the wedding?”
“Why don’t we start in a week or so? I need a little rest. How ‘bout we go out to eat tonight? I can have a warm meal and you can get out of the house.”
“Sounds good.” I say. Inside though I am ready to burst. We have been engaged for two years. He had to go off to fight in the war though. I stayed home with the pets and my kids but they’re at their father’s house now. We decided to go to….

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