Charles James sat in the reception area waiting for his name to be called. He looked around him and wondered if the other people were also here for the same thing.

It had been a tough decision to leave the army. But, he didn't regret it as it meant that his life with Molly could begin. He smiled to himself 'Molly' the sound of her name made him feel happy and his heart skipped a beat.

'Focus up James, no time for this' he muttered to himself. Someone caught his eye and smiled at him. Well actually she might have winked at him. He felt himself blushing unused to female attention. Thats what four tours of Afgan do for you. You are a soldier you don't think of people as anything other than soldiers. Well until he met Molly of course. Everything changed then.

Seriously focus was required do not think of Molly now. Think how much you want this job, how much you need this job more importantly.

He looked up as a door opened and he heard his name being called. 'Okay this is it, be positive'.

Two hours later he was on a train back to Bath.

The interview had gone well. He was passionate about his subject matter and hoped he had conveyed that to the panel. Whilst he had not been for an interview for a long time. Talking to groups of people was nothing new to him. He had just blanked out the faces and imagined it was 2 section. Well maybe not all of 2 section. He smiled again.

The train was slow it seemed to stop at every station, he had a book but could not concentrate so it sat in front of him unopened, unread. Molly was in Bath waiting for him to come home. Home, it sounded good to say that. For so many years he had lived out of his bergen. Happy to do that but never belonging to anyone or anywhere.

He looked at his phone and reread Molly's texts. He had not had time to call after the interview as he had made a dash to get the next train out of London. Now on the train he didn't want people over hearing him, the things he wanted to say to her were not for public consumption. He smiled again.

He hoped no one was looking at him all this smiling they would think he was deranged or something. He laughed now and the man across the aisle looked up from his paper. A quizzical look on his face as he stared at Charles. Charles had to look out the window he blushed again he knew it. Thinking of Molly did that to him.

He looked at his watch and thought how long more. He was unlucky picking the slow train. He and told Molly not to come to the station he would get a cab back to the house. Thank goodness his parents were still away. He wanted some alone time with her and no interruptions would be welcome.

He couldn't believe that 2015 had started so positively for him. The love of a fabulous woman, and what a woman. Rebecca maintaining some amicable relations, his parents accepting Molly (well maybe his Mum was not completely won over but, it would happen), and now hopefully a new job.

Leaving the army was the biggest decision of his life. But, what happened on that bridge, that day was a warning to him. You take you eye off the ball and shit happens.

His phone beeped and he looked down 'where are you? I miss you babes, hurry up dinner is on' Molly he felt himself smile again and looked up. Yep that guy was looking at him again.

Charles smiled at him and said 'my girlfriend wondering where I am, she is cooking tonight'.

The man folded his newspaper and said back 'any woman that can make a man smile like that must be pretty special'

'She is, she really is. She saved my life'. Newspaper man raised an eyebrow 'saved your life?'

Charles looked at him and said 'we served in Afghanistan together, she was the medic in my platoon. I was shot she literally saved my life. She is one amazing medic'.

The man leaned across the aisle 'John Dunner nice to meet you Mr?'

'Charles, Charles James'

'Well Charles James you have a story to tell and we have plenty of time why not tell me?'

An hour later and Charles had shared the story he thought he would never share, what on earth had made him tell a complete stranger how he met and fell in love with Molly Dawes. He was so private, he had still not told the lads in 2 section about Molly and him.

The train pulled into Bristol Temple Meads, nearly home he thought. John Dunner looked at him and said 'Charles you have a great story, ever thought of writing a book?'

'A book? On what me? Ha don't think so'.

John looked thoughtfully at him 'I think you have an amazing story to tell, love on the front line. How it can conquer all. Think about it. Here is my card, you want to do it give me a call.' With that he jumped up thrust his hand towards Charles and said ' Charles James a real pleasure, I hope you call me'. Charles shook his hand and with that John was gone.

Charles looked at the card in his hand. John Dunner CEO Dunner Publishing House.

Charles looked out the window, write a book now that was something he and never thought of when thinking of a new career.

Did he have that in him to write a book? Maybe this guy was having a laugh, maybe he was going crazy. Maybe he should focus up and get off the bloody train. He looked up and saw that the train was pulling into Bath Spa.

He jumped up and walked to the door. He still had a slight limp but the phsyio team had said keep doing the exercises and it would ease up and maybe he would lose it completely. Molly was on his case every day since they and said to keep doing his exercises.

He walked out of the station and to his amazement the first thing he saw was Molly. She walked towards him 'missed me?'

'You have no idea Molly, lets go home'.