Old Man Foley
Foley was getting old. He knew it. Hell, his daughters reminded him every time he came home. And now Ramirez had managed to outrun him. He was past his prime, time to retire, raise the family he was too busy to be with. Rounding a corner he found his face buried in Ramirez's back.
"What the hell?" he asked in bewilderment, "Why'd you--"
Then he saw what had stopped the Private cold. A husky Afghan had Dunn at gunpoint. Quickly, he shoved the Private out of the way and brought his SCAR-H to bear. He fired a burst of three rounds into the terrorists torso, killing him. He watched the Afghan fall, then moved to help Dunn.
The following day news was passed around of a possible return home and even better news that the war was over. In a way Foley wanted to believe it but deep down he had feelings of doubt. "Just more rumors." he thought to himself.
That was until General Shepard himself informed the Rangers of their return home. It was official. It was over. All the killing was done, no more nights praying tomorrow's the day you can go and see your honey again. This was real.
The plane ride had probably taken close to eight hours but to Foley it might as well have been eight minutes. Stepping out of the cargo plane he inhaled the hot Savannah air. The smell of home. The scent he had thought he would never smell again, the dry air, the cotton fields. When he inhaled, his childhood memories came over him like a wave and at that moment he finally realized that everything was going to be alright.
He slowly strolled through town, noting the changes since he had left. Finally, he reached his place of residence. He quickly rapped on the door which was opened by an eight year old with thick rimmed glasses who shouted deeper into the house "Mom! Their's a creepy old guy here!"
Foley winced, his own daughter. His flesh and blood didn't remember him. Another voice of the past replied "Alright, I'll get it. You wash up for dinner. And tell your sister to turn off her damn music!"
"Yes, momma." came the reply.
The woman finally appeared in the doorway and when she saw him, she choked out, "Sean.." Soon the tears fell.
Holding her close he whispered "That's right baby. I'm home."
And that's all she wrote! I'd like to thank my wonderful proof reader for dealing with me. As always please review!
