It is early morning as I sit on the porch waiting for Isi to wake up.
There are only two things playing on my mind this morning.
I am so goddamn happy to be home, and worst of all, I need to go back and finished what I have started.
It is only another three months stretch to go, and by the way that things seem, some of the boys might be coming home earlier.
Now I know that she will not love the idea, but I am not deserting my country; even though I chose my wife, I still have a service that I need to fulfill. One thing Clayton Jackson is not known for is to run away and hide. I want to be that hero; I want to make that difference, and god, I will be doing it the right way.
So as Miss Sleepy Heads sticks her head around the corner, I know that she has watched me while I have been having turmoiled in my head.
"What has your daydreaming so early in the morning, soldier?"
"Well…" she only but cocks her head and looks at me."
