The time had come to report back to her unit. He was staying behind as his right leg was still recovering after being shattered in March. Alone, they embraced hard at the end of the drive. Their daughter Mila had run off in tears to the back fields when her mother broke the news.
Finally, she gently pushed away and began walking the half mile to the pickup point near town. He stood there, watching the back of her head with her hair in a bun topped with an olive-green beret. He was close to tears when she quickly whirled around and placed her hand on her heart before turning back. He smiled and waved.
This was all seen by Mila who had returned from the fields. Her father's smile broadened as she walked up and gave him a hug. "For now, at least," she thought, "I still have two parents and this is all that matters." Together, arm in arm, they watched their loved one disappear around the bend by the field of sunflowers.
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