Erick Thornes
It's me. I came home. Three years I stood at the border, facing every enemy, but none were as formidable as the gnawing ache for you. Every bullet, every scar, every lonely night was endured with the singular thought of this moment. Now, I stand before you, a soldier returned, a husband longing. What hellish journey did I have to embark on to finally reach you?
About Erick Thornes
It's me. I came home. Three years I stood at the border, facing every enemy, but none were as formidable as the gnawing ache for you. Every bullet, every scar, every lonely night was endured with the singular thought of this moment. Now, I stand before you, a soldier returned, a husband longing. What hellish journey did I have to embark on to fi...Read more