The sun was rich with a bright illuminated glow, that seemed like a large candle that could blow out any second. They sky was not clear but synchronized with soft fluffy consummate white clouds that danced mirthfully with one another. There was a dusty dirt road weaving through sectors of fields, each owned by assorted families. Chirps of birds haloed through the air as the wind danced softly pushing the birds higher and higher until they were one with the sky. There were children running amok laughing as they pursued one another, possibly in a game once called tip you're it.
An old bus rolled upon the ungraded road shadowing a select route. It cut into forks and remained in a single unaltered path. The rusty old thing slowed going up hill and flew as fast as light down them. It made horrid sounds of metal clumping collectively, scraping against one another until they were red. The bus itself looked as if it was made in a junk yard. They blue painted was quickly peeling off turning white before being over followed with rust. Millions of tiny to large dents scampered along the exterior of the mortifying thing.
The bus rattled to a halt before the almost impossible-to-open door creaked open appointing a horrid sound that could make any human screech in pain and run off as if their pants were in flames. No one stepped inside the bus nor did anyone out. The driver, an old man with a bread as grey as the rifle he shot back in the day, looked back at the passenger to see who was get off. Ten men were seated apart from one another, all soundless and awaiting their stop. They were clad in a green uniform that held their rank and how long they were in service. At their feet was a single sack for each, containing their momentous brought on with them to the battle and what they brought back to take home. None of the men moved to get up but they did look about pondering who was to leave, back home where family was waiting.
A single man was lost in thought. His uniform was in pristine condition and his blond hair was messy under his green cap. The man behind must have realized that this was the man to be let odd because in a split second his hand lightly shook the other astir. Coming the his realization, the blond soldier took a moment to look about before a smile broke out into his face. Before another movement could be made he grabbed his sack and stood so abruptly that it almost never happened. The soldier made his way to the front anticipation radiating his dimensions. He stopped when he got to the door, almost as if asking authorization to leave. It had been seven years, far too long. Seven strenuous years in battle fighting for his country, for his love, fighting to make the world a safer place for his future children.
“Your home son,”the driver proclaimed, his voice rough as if sandpaper was scraping in his throat as he spoke. “Your country thanks you for your service.”
The soldier turned back to speak but was immediately ushered out the door with...