Chapter+24

Happy to be Back By Jose Zamora I have spent about 5 year now fighting in Iraq. I am beginning to ponder about my wife and family. I’m not quite sure what my goal was her in Iraq, but it does me well to know that I came for the good of my country. My family doesn’t write much to me, but when they do it’s basically to see if I’m alive or not. Now thinking about it, I haven’t received one in a month now, and now I grew impatient to seen my wife. I sent a letter a few weeks back telling them to discharge me, from my office as a soldier. Since, I have already done my years, of severing as a soldier now I must play the waiting game. Three days have passed and I finally received a letter, not from my family but from the general. I scam threw it with great anticipation hoping that they would discharge me. “Yes!” I said with great stance. Night grew quick because of my expectancy of me coming home. Two day have passed, since my receiving of the letter, and today was the day that I finally got to go see my wife. I have been ready to go since yesterday night. It took about a day to get to where I was, Iraq, to where I wanted, California. I knew where were almost at the airport cause I could start to see the it. As we landed, I felt as though a great pressure has been lifted off me. “Welcome home”, the intercom said. The doors open right after. I was surprised to see that no one rushed out the door. I guess them know better than I did that I was going home no matter what. As soon as I stepped out of the plane I could feel the sun’s rays beating down on me. The people were cheering on for us, the soldiers. As I saw the crowd, I saw scamming just like I did to the letter looking for key things. Then, as though my eyes were a seeking missile, I saw my wife and we ran towards each other. We did the causal thing of a couple, we hugged and kissed, ‘I missed you so much James!’ Mary said. “Me too” I said. I did care what came out of my mouth I was just happy to be back. We got in her car and told me we were going to my mom’s house because they made dinner for me. “What’s new?” I said. “Nothing, I just got a job like I told you.” she said. “Oh, and I got work tomorrow. So, I’ll be leaving early to go to sleep for tomorrow” “I’ll just leave when you leave cause, I’m kind of tired me self after the war” I said motionlessly. It didn’t take long to get to my mom’s house. Then by a second, we were there. We got off and I left my stuff there because we were just going to eat. I opened the door and as soon as I got in, my mom was there to greet me. “James! We missed you” my mom said. “Just happy to be back” I said, smiling at them all. We sat down and started to eat. While I was telling my stories of the war, I over looked my family. I wonder what they were doing when I was gone, since my wife already got a job. The time must have passed by fast cause, the clock struck at midnight. “Well, I’m glad to be back but I'm going to go home and finally get a good rest” I said demanding to leave. “I see, you did have a rough day and plus this is your day” my mom said happily. Mary and I said our good farewell’s and we were off to our apartment. While we were driving there we didn’t talk much. We parked the car and head straight towards our room. I threw my stuff on the floor and we went straight to bed. As soon as I was going to go to sleep she said. “James, I’m glad your back” she said. The next morning I woke up to find myself alone on the bed. I knew we woke-up early for her work so I didn’t worry. I turn on the television and watch the morning new to see what was going on. The war in Iraq, as I knew, was still going on and that Paris Hilton was now in jail. Patiently as I wondered where my wife was working at and when she was going to be home, I couldn’t remember where I left the cookie jar. I look around the house as if I was a stranger and tried to find anything new that had been misplaced. I could find any so I sat on the couch and watched the trials of Paris.