Coming back to my hometown, after long years of battle outside in other countries. Fighting for my pride, for my family, for my people. At last, having a chance to deliver my brethren with my voluntary brethrens.

Coming back to my hometown, afraid of all the changes, it has been so long. Afraid of what they may think. A woman pass by with her children. Smiling and all of a sudden, once her eyes landed upon me, her face changed drastically. The kids were hiding behind her, and holding closely onto her dress, as I was simply standing up. As I moved slightly to make myself more comfortable with that weapon resting over my shoulder, she screams and runs away along with the kids.

Coming back to my hometown, everyone was alerted of my presence. What in the world have I done... The whole village comes up, arming themselves with whatever they can and they all march together towards me.
I stand still.
They are threatening me, shouting at me, trying to make me leave. I move towards them and they ready themselves to fight me. I back off and scream out loud.
''This is the place where I was born! This is the place I grew up! I went to war to save my village! I went to war to help every single of us to find liberty at last! I became a Son of Liberty, I became a Hero for my prowls. Heed my words, I want peace, I'm just happy I'm back alas.''
None of my words were heard. I sighed as tears fell from my eyes. I started to head out, my head rambling with questions. Cast away, they obliged me to a great wander, out in the world of nothing. I keep on walking out under a rain of rocks, and of wood.
Another scream, but this one is by far too recognizable. Terror, pain.
I run back in as the villagers hastily move towards the screams. I make my way around them as they got me on sight. I keep on running arming my weapon I burst out in the house and see some Deserters, about to rape a woman. Lust took over me, as my finger incontrollably pressed on the trigger. Fire came out, and holes were made. Two loud blunt noises and that was it already. I kneel before her, and lift her, walking towards the villager.
''Help her, and I'll remain here.''
But how could they ever understand. A deserter was a soldier nonetheless, I was no different. As the woman was covered by tears, I had already fall into the liberty I never though I could attain. I had the same vestment as them, I couldn't of been trusted.

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