Forgotten Memories

As he stood by the tracks, his mind was a foggy as the air around him. Thick, dense, nebulous. He wasn't scared, nor was he nervous - he just simply could not remember.

If he couldn't remember, could they?

It had been so long since he had been home. His time over seas had changed things and there was no going back. No longer was he one of them. He had seen things, done things, heard of things that would never allow him back to where they were.

He wondered if they still loved him. It was hard to remember their faces, their smiles, everyones' voices.

When the time came, there was no choice. He didn't want to go, but the government made him. So he spent over a year across the channel, in trenches, bunkers, and platoons. Everyday he thought back to who was back home waiting for him - his family. And everyday as his tour dragged on, it became harder and harder to picture them. He was losing them in his mind, amongst the haze that the battles were causing.

The train in front of him blew it's final whistle - which startled him. He wanted to go home, but he didn't know if he could. He couldn't even remember what home was.

As his first foot stepped aboard the train, a glimmer of home shown through in his mind. His mother. He was beginning to remember.

He pulled himself up onto the train and more memories began to trickle into view.

As the train pulled away from the station - he knew one thing. It felt good to be going home.