• His feet crunched into ground
    Walking on.
    He wiped his eyes, his chapped, scarred lips turning into a grin.
    He wasn't held down by the heavy armor he would normally wear, accompanied by a rifle.
    No, he wasn't.
    Just a normal set of clothes.
    No longer was his face scruffy and war beaten with his beard and scars.
    But there she was.
    Standing there.
    Waiting.
    For him.
    He couldn't hold the tears any longer, so he rushed to her.
    She spread her arms, but they never embraced, as he was woken by his Sergeant.
    "Jump!"
    Were the words he repeated.
    Closer and closer,
    He went to the dream.
    He wanted it to be a reality.
    He closed his eyes.
    And she was there.
    His feet crunched into the ground.
    Walking on.