It looked like something out of an old romantic movie. There he was, her husband, the one who had disappeared long years ago. He slowly descended the metal stairs from the plane that had brought him home. Just like the angle had promised Al had come back to her, alive. Beth's heart fluttered as their eyes made contact. Her knees felt weak, but her feet never touched the ground as she rushed to the bottom of the stairs to meet him, her eyes locked on his. As she stood their waiting for the torn, beaten solder her fears returned. She knew this was her Al, physically, but emotional she wondered if he would ever be the same. Beth had seen many men come home, from the horrifying sites of the war, hating the world, suffering from nightmares, but could that happen to her Bingo? Tear flooded her face and fears flooded her, but it only took a single word, spoken by the man she had waited for, to brake through the haze of fear in her mind. "Beth." Al said softly in his deep, raspy voice, he too letting the tears flow freely as he gazed in her eyes. They embraced. She burrowed her face into his shoulder, is arms tightly wrapped around her. So many times before have two people hugged, but never before had so many apologies, promises, and so much love been convened without a single word.
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And somewhere in the middle of the crowd stood the angle, a tear of joy in his eye. Quietly he whispered, "Thank you Al." In a brilliant flash of blue light he disappeared, hopefully he was heading home.