Stalking through the underbrush, hidden from sight.
Surrounded by my team and the smell of heat, sweat and adrenaline.
A faint sound and a signal to stop, to get down.
This is home. This is where I'm supposed to be.
Working. Working with my team. Working with my team to get the job done. To keep the world safe. To make to world safer for our friends, our families.
But this is home.
This is where I belong.
This is what I'm good at, what I enjoy doing.
This is home.
