There wasn’t any hero’s welcome.
No parades, no cheering crowds, no confetti, no citation from the president, “Thank you, you did a good job.”
Nothing at all.
It was my mangled, clenched fist that fought for everything; my hopes that lay wasted on tear-soaked shoulders; my concern that hovers silently over deafened ears.
Still, there were no thanks, though…never asked for any…
The princess needed saving and that was enough.
So here I am, a veteran of the battlefield; just a damn old tired soldier, sent out to fight again and again. Not for me to question why…
Just once more…into the breach…