[ WP ] He finally said it : I 'm proud of you , son .

I had just come back from the Middle East. We were sent to fight a war that must be won in the name of justice and freedom. After September 11, 2001, I decided I would die for my country, and I knew I'd see it through. With the colors of red, white and blue stamped onto my soul, I sought to do good in this world. Now I desire to see my family again. I have longed for all of them, my mother, my brother, and my father. 
 I was astounded when I finally received my leave and it was time for me to go home. I flew high through the sky but when I returned home through the door, my mother threw herself to the floor. I did not know why but the tears filled in her eyes. When I looked into her hands, I saw the piece of paper with my name and how I fulfilled my duties with bravery but I was now gone. My father snatches the paper from her and reads it closely against his face. Filled with remorse, a tear slowly forms and breaks out of his eyelid as he lets out a shrill whisper under his breath `` I'm so proud of you son''
