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.