Photo credit: Toni Aleo, Mialy photography
A Soldier's Hands
My stomach leaps as the army aircraft rumbles down the runway. I shift from side to side and bob up and down, anxious to see him. He’s home! He’s home! He’s home! The words non-stop in my brain since receiving word he is once again on American soil. His deployment was hard, and from what the other wives and girlfriends tell me, the next won’t be any easier. But I refuse to dwell on him leaving again, not when I’ve yet to clamp eyes on him.