I’ll Be There For You
Trigger Warning:This was a request by an anon, I don’t know much about the military or PTSD, so please forgive me if this isn’t on point.
I’d been gone for two years, serving my country in Afghanistan as a nurse in the United States Air Force. I’d met Jax five years ago, when I was stationed at Beale AFB. We were married two years ago, then I was deployed.
After ten years of service, I didn’t reenlist, I wanted to start a family, and be a wife. I was released from service a month early, I didn’t tell anyone I was coming home early; not even Jax.
I didn’t want any big fanfare made about my homecoming, I just wanted the peace and quiet. My nerves started to work on me, as my cab approached TM. My heart rate picked up, the sights and sounds around me started to blur.
I took a deep breath in, releasing it slowly, maybe this was a mistake. Getting out and coming home. In our four year marriage, we’d only lived together for two years.