He steps off the plane,

He's finally home.

All is quiet,

No blaring guns and,

Exploding bombs.

The silence is unnerving.

Eighteen months away,

For the first time,

A sight of his son,

His tear streaked face, 

A silent sob.

No longer awake,

A fitful sleep.

Bolt upright in bed,

Reliving the bombs and guns,

The silence is unsettling.

His son cries,

He holds him tight.

Thankful for that moment,

Finally at peace!

The silence is welcome.