I missed you
The cab stopped in front the old blue and white house I grew up in. It hadn't changed at all. Same fresh-looking paint, same flower bed full of daisies, even the same minivan in the driveway. I smiled and shook my head as I paid the driver. "Thanks. And welcome home, uh...sorry, I can't tell your rank from here," he said. I smiled. "Private third-class. But my name is Jack." "Ok, then welcome home, Jack." "Good to be here, my friend. Thanks for the ride." I got out of the cab and grabbed my...