“Glen all I’m saying is…”

“…I know what your saying,” Glen interrupted running his hand through his sandy blonde hair growing frustrated with this conversation, “I work for the military honey and when they say jump I ask how high,”

“I don’t want you to go daddy,” Jessica whined. She loved her father; he was great when he was home, key word there is ‘when’. He read her bed time stories, threw her in the pool or tickled her till she couldn’t breathe and he always made her friends laugh as well.

Glen glanced into the rearview mirror with a longing he felt deep in his chest, “I know sweetie but daddy has to go,”

“Glen….”

“…Madison,” he interrupted, “My contract is up in a year. A year baby,” he picked up her hand and kissed the back of it, “Than I’m going to teach at the Academy and I’ll be home every night.”

“A year is a long time,” she slumped in her seat staring out the window but didn’t let go of her husband’s hand which made Glen feel a bit better.

“How long is a year?” Jessica asked from the back seat, her legs kicking against the seat.

“365 days,” Madison smiled back at her daughter who than asked another question and another, the girl was so inquisitive but neither of her parents minded at all, they just sat there with smiles on their faces and answered every one of her questions as best as they could.

“Daddy can you sing me that song again?” Jessica asked sweetly when she got bored with asking questions.

“Sure baby….

                        They say that in the army
The coffee’s mighty fine
Well, it’s good for cuts and bruises,
But it tastes like turpentine!
Oh, I don’t want no more of army life
Gee, Ma, I wanna go home!

The chicken in the army,
They say is mighty fine,
A drum rolled off the table
And squished a pal of mine!
Oh, I don’t want no more of army life!
Gee, Ma, I wanna go home!

The clothing that they give us
They say is mighty fine
Well, me and half my regiment
Can all fit into mine
Oh, I don’t want no more of army life
Gee, Ma, I wanna go home!