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The war was finally over. Nearly six years of Bobby's life had been full of anxiety, loneliness and hard work to give his boyfriend the best welcome home gift he could: a safe full of thousands of dollars. He had spent every moment he could in theatres, desperate to learn and keep track when he wasn't able to receive a letter from George. Every day, he would wait anxiously for the post man, for that familiar letter. He knew that the pleasant words from his lover were fake; that the front wasn't as casual and pleasant. He knew George wasn't punching Nazis and protecting their country with a smile on his face and it didn't take a genius to know that something was wrong when the handwriting became nearly illegible.
That didn't matter to him, all that mattered was that George was alive. There had been nearly 11 deaths in their town alone so it was no surprise that his anxiety had been heightened when so many Purple Hearts were mailed callously. He kept his pride subtle, not wanting to upset the new widows that sat at the pew of church, sobbing at the lost of their brothers or husbands. Meanwhile, Bobby was going to see the man of his dreams as a proud soldier.
His father was the first to greet George. All Bobby heard from the past few years was how ashamed his father was and how lucky George's parents were to have such a strong, true American as a son. His father had fought in The Great War which only made him angrier to learn his oldest was left behind instead of being sent to the front lines. He would praise George every moment he could, exclaiming that he would be alongside the other if he could but was instead both too old and needed to stay behind to watch and raise his children.
As his father pulled the former soldier into a hug, Bobby spent no time in wheeling over with a vase full of sunflowers he had picked that morning, a wide grin on his face. From the brief glimpses of honesty he saw in the other's letters, he knew that the war had done some emotional damage and he wanted to do everything in his power to make the first time seeing the other since his leave be a pleasant one. He would show the safe a little later, not in front of his father, so they could plan their leave as soon as possible. He had already bought tickets for a week in advance and had packed everything. His heart sank when he pushed past his father to see the sleeve of George's uniform tied neatly. He wasted no time nonetheless to pull the other close for a hug, burying his face into George's lower chest.
"You're alive," he whispered. "That - I missed your dumb face, you know that?" He teasingly offered, keeping his eyes off the missing arm. "God - look how toned you got! Oh - I got you your favorite flowers," He babbled.
That didn't matter to him, all that mattered was that George was alive. There had been nearly 11 deaths in their town alone so it was no surprise that his anxiety had been heightened when so many Purple Hearts were mailed callously. He kept his pride subtle, not wanting to upset the new widows that sat at the pew of church, sobbing at the lost of their brothers or husbands. Meanwhile, Bobby was going to see the man of his dreams as a proud soldier.
His father was the first to greet George. All Bobby heard from the past few years was how ashamed his father was and how lucky George's parents were to have such a strong, true American as a son. His father had fought in The Great War which only made him angrier to learn his oldest was left behind instead of being sent to the front lines. He would praise George every moment he could, exclaiming that he would be alongside the other if he could but was instead both too old and needed to stay behind to watch and raise his children.
As his father pulled the former soldier into a hug, Bobby spent no time in wheeling over with a vase full of sunflowers he had picked that morning, a wide grin on his face. From the brief glimpses of honesty he saw in the other's letters, he knew that the war had done some emotional damage and he wanted to do everything in his power to make the first time seeing the other since his leave be a pleasant one. He would show the safe a little later, not in front of his father, so they could plan their leave as soon as possible. He had already bought tickets for a week in advance and had packed everything. His heart sank when he pushed past his father to see the sleeve of George's uniform tied neatly. He wasted no time nonetheless to pull the other close for a hug, burying his face into George's lower chest.
"You're alive," he whispered. "That - I missed your dumb face, you know that?" He teasingly offered, keeping his eyes off the missing arm. "God - look how toned you got! Oh - I got you your favorite flowers," He babbled.