Eleven years. I've dedicated my life to this country for over a decade. Fighting out on the front lives. I'm 31 years old, and it's time I retire. Uncle Sam has had enough of my time. It's time I get back home, plant my boots on some red Georgia clay. I'm burnt out. I've seen too much. Death. Destruction. And if the tiny little female with the throaty giggle and pink cheeks happens to be my way back to humanity, so much the better. Lookout Little Girl... Daddy's comin home.All Rights Reserved