I was just running now. Not stopping unless to drink or sleep. I haven't really eaten much in days. I was starving. I just wanted to go back home. That's all I wished. All I wanted. The thoughts of my wife with another man had crossed my mind so many times. Would she have forgotten me? What of our child together. Was she okay? Our little baby girl. I had no sense of time whatsoever. I didn't know the time, the day, the month, the year. I just kept going. I would eat whatever I could find. I joined in with an army camp and told them about the men we had lost. They welcomed me and I fought for several more years. Finally a trip back to Italy was made. I was finally on my way back home. I couldn't wait to see my beautiful wife and my little girl. I was so excited. Once I got back to Italy I went back to my relatives house. They weren't there. My relatives quickly gave me money and other things and sent me back on my way to the US. I arrived at our house. My car and my wife's car in the drive way. I can't believe she even kept mine. I stood at the door nervous. What if there was another guy or what if she forgot me. I knocked softly. *knock knock knock* "Coming!" I heard my wife's lovely voice call out. She opened the door and-