Comming Home

They say that war is hell.
They are wrong.
Waiting, that's hell.
No knowing, That's hell.
Being alone, that's hell.
Holding on to one tiny fragment of the person you hold dear. Knowing that it may be all that you have left of him by the time its over.
That my friend, that is hell.
The last thing I wanted was to go off to where my grandparents lived and listen to the will reading from my grandmother's last will.
That made everything I had experianced over her come slamming back into me with the force of a metor.
Needless to say I was more than just a lil bit depressed on my way home.
So Imgaine my shock when I stopped for gas just inside of my home town and heard some one blast a very loud horn in my direction.
When I whirled around and saw the red Peterbuild next to me, still bearing the scorch marks from battle, I almost had a break down. I can only guess what the folks at the gas station thought when the truck transformed, changed size and threw his arms around me.
I made it back home and suddenly felt guilty over my jibliation. Ratchet, FirstAid, Wreckgar and Hook, have thier hands full.
Every where there are both Autobots and Decepticons, not to mention others of various different forces.
Worse of all one of the ones that got hurt the worst was poor roddy.
It was a night mare, still I cant feel bad about seeing them all home. Hurt or not they are safe and alive.
and thats what matters the most to me.
Soon they have to go back so I am going to hold on to them and be with them in the time I can.
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