He’d lived his life for this day. Carefully putting on the dress uniform with the polished buttons, he thought about all that had led to this. His childhood experiences, losing his way as a teenager and then finding it again. He was coming home.
He marched onto the parade square; his head held high. His father would be so proud – this was all he had ever wanted for his only son. It was a pity that his family would only see this glorious moment on the television.
He thought of them and then pressed the button in his left hand.
He marched onto the parade square; his head held high. His father would be so proud – this was all he had ever wanted for his only son. It was a pity that his family would only see this glorious moment on the television.
He thought of them and then pressed the button in his left hand.
