At 45 Troy a weary soldier had been through hell and back.

It was a proud moment when he was accepted to serve his country but today he knew better. It was a grave mistake and a death sentence.

This wasn’t remotely close to what he signed up for.

Duty bound him to distant lands and hostile territories far from the warmth of hearth and kin. 

Letters penned with love became his lifeline, bridging the chasm between worlds.

Troy’s heart is heavy with the weight of separation. Memories of home provide solace, a beacon guiding his shattered spirit.

This life has left him lifeless. His hope raped. And his future absent.

Hours unend on the battlefield and gunshots now sound like a doorbell, has transformed a once prayerful man into a prayer mute.

Today he can only absorb sprinkles of prayers whispered over him, hoping against hope for a day of homecoming.