I finally came back to my childhood sanctuary: my old tire swing out in Grandma and Grandpa's endless field. It must have been 20 years since I joined the forces. It is quite the soothing sight with the thunderhead being pushed ahead by the breeze that makes the grass move. I chuckle to myself at the reason the rope is worn but I tear up remembering the good times I had with Joe... the ones I will never have again. The war sure changed lots of stuff, but it didn't change my tireswing at all....