Chapter 2

"John I'm not doing this with you again. I'm through. I'm leaving." Sarah stormed out of the room.

" I hate these pills, they make me sleepy and sick! If you can't understand that then—

"Then what John, I can go to hell like everyone else. John I'm your wife! I want you to get better, these night terrors are not healthy. Flat out! Why can't you understand that?!"

"Forget it. I have to go to Ft. Bragg today. Will you be here when I come home today?" John didn't enjoy hurting Sarah but this was too painful for him to handle.

" Loving you is stupid because I know realize that you never really loved me and you never gave me the signs I needed to see!" Sarah was now screaming at the top of her lungs.

" Here are your dogtags. The last time you left I clung to them but know I can't have them anymore."

"Sarah please they belong to you. Please keep them. I do love you." At this point I was getting agitated. How could she not know that I loved her. Fuck sake I went into a war-torn hellhole to rescue her and almost got killed!

" No John I can't do this with you anymore, I will always love you. Goodbye."

It hit me all at once. The love of my life was about to leave me. It hit me like a meteor shower. " Please don't go Sarah.

"Goodbye John"

"NO! NO PLEASE DON'T GO! I LOVE YOU WITH EVERYTHING IN ME! I'M SORRY! I'M SORRY! PLEASE DON'T LEAVE ME ALONE! At this point my knees buckled up under me. It was no way in hell that someone could live through this much pain, not even the "invincible John Rambo." I didn't care if everyone on the block heard him. All I wanted was my wife.

It was at this time Sarah crouched down by me holding me in her delicate arms which prompted more tears to fall from my eyes. Here was this beautiful sweet woman and I was hurting her. Even when I hurt her, she still loved me."

"Baby please forgive me. I'll go back to the doctor and take all of the pills in the world if necessary. Just don't leave."

"John I won't leave you. I love you. It ok baby. Stop crying." Her soothing voice helped me drift off into a blissful sleep. We moved back to our bed where we both fell asleep.

I know I'm not the perfect man. I am flawed. I am blistered by countless rendezvous's with death. Soiled by the blood of comrades and enemy alike but beyond the fact that I am a killer, Sarah still loved me. It is very possible that the flawed can be loved as well.

The End