Home, home is a place I hadnt been in a while my parents missed it too. On our daily basis we all had a way to say something. My father though he had recovered from the gunshot he wasnt feeling well. We took him to the hospital immidiatley and we were lucky he had a coronary valve rupture on the right side of his heart. He was lucky it wasn't worse. But maybe three or four weeks later we had gotten mail. It was from the whitehouse. We had traveled there immediatly. Turns out my parents and I were being awarded medals of honor. It was a suprising day. But I came to wondering if anyone had made it out of this place scared or happy. My friends in early days always wanted to be hear and we finally were it was a dream come true. I wasn't lucky I was just happy and grateful.
