I went to Iraq twice, years ago. Both times left me changed, altered, and matured. War makes you learn the significance of peace.
Their would be times I would find myself staring off into space. Thinking about what home was like and how much I’ll appreciate it when I return. A touch of homesick to mix in with the unpredictability of the long days.
Now it’s present day and I still stare off into nothingness. Somehow, I still imagine a place to go to. A place where common courtesy lives and people actually care for one another.
I find myself still homesick, yet there is no actual home to report to. What should I do from here?