At first, it was harsh. But then I got used to it. I remembered how I used to laugh, at pictures of people on the street holding signs claiming that they were veterans, thinking that they were faking it. But now that I was in the same position as they are, I realize their pain. The people I served are now turning a blind eye to my distress. Sun, rain, cold, I faced all faces of nature when I was in the military but these same faces are feeling so terrifying outside the warzone. The years I spent on the streets was harder than the ones I had spent in the field of war. I had given up all hopes of life.
I had only one wish left. My dying wish: to die knowing that I was loved. And now that I think of it, that was the first wish that had come true within the 20 years I spent after being kicked out of the military.
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The Promise
Short StoryThe tiring journey of a retired military veteran through life's harshest challenges that ends with a past catching up.
