As I return home I feel the adjustment begin. My state of ever alertness clings rather than letting go. It is so very difficult to trust my command to the hands of another, but it is all part of the job. We are trained to train others, to build better commanders and step aside when they are ready. Home will feel good, but it's gonna take a little time.
Home is where the heart is and thus a soldier must keep their soul in good condition or else they cannot return home.
During the time of battle, when one skirmish leads to the next, love is our compass. So from the time of recruitment, through the hardest of days, and when we send our fighters for well earned rest, we keep boosting their sense of love and home. For when they return home, to see what they were fighting for, they can then heal and return to full health. To neglect this step, this act of nurture for your troupes, is a dereliction of duty for the commander.
For the sake of goodness, to save the many from the cruelty of hellish living, to restore a chance for heaven, we were soldiers upon holy battleground. We won the chance to take peace to the next level and in this we have pride in our scars. It is time for the changing of the guard, to allow our troupe to rest and recuperate. We hear the calling of home, the voice of love, the promise of time for healthy family life to resume. We hold full gratitude for the chance to make a difference and full thankfulness for those who take the good fight onward. It is our turn for resting heels, theirs to fight, the baton passed and we remain on track.
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