Standing inside the airport terminal, on a hot June morning, I eagerly waited for Billy's plane to land. He was coming home! Well, he was coming home for his two-week stateside leave, but still! He was coming home.
     Dancing from foot to foot, I alternated between pacing the floors and staring out the window looking for the small jet that would bring him home to me. Seeing a small gleam moving through the clouds, a maniacal grin crept across my face as I skipped up the steps to the top observation deck to watch the plane descend for landing.
     As the plane taxied to a halt in front of the terminal, the door opened. Stepping out into the bright morning light, I saw Billy pause for a moment, scanning the airport and quickly spotting me at t...

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