Six years ago.

I was going home today! Those five words had been racing through my mind from the second I had woken up this morning, and as it got closer and closer to five o' clock, I was getting more and more excited. Normally discharge was on a Saturday or a Monday morning, but today made exactly six months that I had been here, and using whatever connection my brother had here, he had made it so I could go home today. I glanced at the clock for the hundredth time today and smiled when I saw that it was four thirty.

I had packed my bags first thing...