The Soldier's Sons (BoyxBoy)

Coming Home

Brandon's POV

   The only thing I could think of while on that plane home was that my mom wasn't going to be there. I know it might sound petty, but she always said she would be there when I got home.

   Knowing me I didn't introduce myself. I am Brandon Matthew and I am 25 years old. I am about 6 foot 2 with green/blue eyes with my brown hair in a military style haircut. I am gay and I realized it when I was 17, but I never acted on it since I joined the Army straight out of high school.

   I am now on medical leave from the Army, but I will most likely be retiring. I've been told while walking around in my daze I walked right into a bunch of Iraqi insurgents, luckily my best friend Damon grabbed me and pushed me out of the way. The only problem from that incident, was I was shot in my right leg 2 times and now I have to use crutches for 6 months. All that doesn't matter because I have found something more important to do with my life and it is raising my three little brothers. Don't get me wrong I love the Army, but nothing trumps family.

   Mark and Thomas are twins at the young age of 5, and Ryder is a baby being only 4 months old. I love these boys with all my heart even if I don't get to see them all the time. With all these thoughts floating around in my head I fall asleep.

   I feel someone shaking my shoulder and I wake up. To find myself face to face with a flight attendant.

   "Sorry for waking you up sir, but the plane has landed," she politely said.

   "Thank you for waking me up ma'am sorry for being a bother," I reply.

   She seemed shocked by my politeness as if she was expecting a rude comment, but she just said, "No bother at all."

  I grab my crutches and luggage quickly, thinking about how my little brothers must be feeling so scared and lonely in that foster home. I rush out of the airport so fast that I don't even register that this is the first breath of the fresh, cool air I have breathed in 6 whole months. Nothing like the dry, dusty air in Iraq. Instead of the hot, humid weather in Iraq I am used to, it is a nice cool and windy day.

   Sticking out my hand and I try to flag a taxi, I hop in and tell the driver the address my brothers are staying at. Some people would feel cheated to have to take care of three young children that are not their own, but I will never have my own (due to the fact of me being gay). So I am going take this opportunity to be the best dad I could be, and with that thought I am off to see my brothers.