Two years. Well technically it's been ten years but it had been two years since I had been back in the United States. Two years since I had spoken to or seen Sam or Martin. Two years since I had seen my Rocco, who had promised to wait for me again.
I was coming back from deployment. I worked in special operations in the army. My division had quickly risen to the top and we were given the most classified cases. Due to that, we weren't allowed to have any contact with our loved ones during employment. For our safety and theirs.