He was devoted to his country and did his duty but all it had gotten him was a bullet lodged in his thigh. He considered himself lucky though, a few millimeters and it would have hit his femoral artery, and then things would have ended differently. Namely a representative of the government showing up at his parents’ door in Texas to inform his parents that their son had died in battle. He should be thankful but wasn’t, he wanted to get out of this hell hole and return to somewhat of a normal life. How normal would it be? Returning home after being deployed for eight years. Things would undoubtedly change, and things had changed. His brother Jake was happily married and a kid to go along with it all. Tyler had seen pictures of the little angel, but he had yet to be able to hold her and coddle her like a loving uncle should. He was not happy about missing his brother’s wedding, but they couldn’t wait for him, they had to do their own thing. Had everyone forgot about him? Did they just go about their normal lives like he wasn’t a part of it, like he didn’t exist anymore?
