One more day and they will come.
I stare out the window, sad.
One more day and they will come.
I say this each day willing for it to be true, but days have passed, months, years.
One more day and they will come.
It’s been thirty years to be exact.
One more day and they will come.
No.
In one more day they will not come.
I will not wait any longer.
I wait until the soilders switch out, a...