He woke up drenched in sweat. But that was common these days. It had been a long time since he’d slept undisturbed and peaceful. The last was when she had slept beside him. Now, when he shut his eyes, horrifying scenes of battle played constantly – Blood. Death. Destruction. He was near breaking point, and waking up everyday with fear as his constant companion wasn’t helping. He was almost glad when he was shot and the doctors said he was unfit to go back to fight.
He turned, looking out. He was going home. With her, he would finally be safe.