Suit was tired,
the current assignment was short deadline, high pressure, long hours.
In hindsight he feels sheepish given doctor girl's daily existence with 12 - 14 hr shifts.
However, it was midnight and he found himself only just walking out of the office.
The only thing keeping him going was that flight at the end of the week.
Home is where the heart is, and my heart lies 800 kms west.
He was tired, but it didn't matter.
He was going home for the weekend.
Soldier watched as the suited man made his way home.
He too remembers waiting in earnest desperation to catch a flight home.
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The flight was pulling in for its final approach.
Like a school boy his heart leaps.
He stares out the window, looking at the gleaming lights of the little city below and trying to place land marks.
Home is where the heart is.
Indeed it is.
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