Women without uniform

I am waiting for him to come back, wounded, tired and even scared. It is not going to be a pleasant sight, but at least he will be here.Home. And soon. I know that. I will heal him. All these years I haven’t spent much time with him , because he married his motherland before he married me. I might not know how to use his weapons but i know how to heal him. I know his wounds. Every single one of them. I have learnt to love them as much as I love him. Because that’s what wives of men in uniform should do.

He will be here any minute now. Any minute. My eyes are prepared and so is my heart.


Constructive and genuine appreciation and/or criticism most welcome

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