"Life At Home"
Posted on Wednesday September 7th, 2016 @ 9:22pm by Corporal Franz Huber
Franz walked up the short sidewalk to his house after a long day at work with new trainees. They were all idiots, and it was his job to get them molded into a specialized fighting force that could confront any issues around the world. It was, however, nice to be home. As he approached the door, he heard the sounds of his two daughters terrorizing the house, and it made him smile. This was why he stayed in the military and protected his country, no matter where it took him, even if he was responding to something here in Germany or half way around the world in some back water South American country.
When he stepped through the door, he caught the tail end of the 10-year-old and 7-year-old go racing down the hallway, with his wife, Martina, looking at them and shaking her head. “Looks like you’ve had an entertaining day so far,” Franz said with a smile, giving her a kiss.
“It’s a good thing they’re hilarious, or I’d send them off to a boarding school,” Martina said with a fake glare. She really did love their kids, but they were definitely trying at times.
“I bet,” Franz said, taking his boots off. “Another day of training new people down. At least I think I make a difference in their lives,” he told Martina, standing back up after he had finished. “Some days I wonder, but then I see things happen like in Paris, and it hits home that it is still a dangerous world out there. Our enemies are no longer just the Soviets, but it’s an evolving landscape.”
“Well, whatever it is, I’m glad you’re home most of the time now, instead of gone for a month at a time, no contact, no word,” she said with a slight smile. “I always worried.”
“And I always came home,” Franz said, smiling a bit and putting his hands on her hips. “It would take a nuclear war to keep me from coming home when I’m supposed to,” he added, embracing his wife of 12 years. They had been through a lot together, and she had worried a lot by herself.
“I know, I’m still glad you’re here though,” she said, putting her hands on his chest. Changing the subject, she looked at him. “So, I was thinking of doner kabob for tonight. The kids were demanding it, and I figured why not, it has been a while since we have not eaten at home,” Martina said, looking into his eyes.
“that sounds good,” Franz said with a nod. It was always fun going somewhere to eat, and the kids always enjoyed themselves. Having someone else cook and clean dishes sounded good tonight anyway. “I’ll get changed, give me 30 minutes?” he asked.
“Perfect, I’ll get the two hellions ready. Won’t be hard when I tell them that we’re going out for their favorite thing,” Martina said, flashing the grin that had won him over nearly 15 years ago when they started dating.
Franz headed up the stairs of their 3 level townhouse and to their bedroom. He quickly got ready, and met everyone at the door about 25 minutes later. The two girls were ready, and could barely contain their excitement. Luckily they walked to the Turkish restaurant, so they would burn off some energy on the way there.
Tonight was going to be a fun night.
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