The heat on the city pavement was unforgiving—humid, cracked roads, noise, dust, shouts echoing off concrete buildings. But none of that registered to Staff Sergeant Malik Johnson. After two years overseas, the only thing he cared about was getting home.
His boots thudded steadily as he walked through the edge of the city, a heavy military backpack still strapped to his back. His camo uniform was stained with sweat and time, but he wore it with pride. A folded photo of a smiling little girl—his daughter—was tucked inside his left chest pocket. That photo had kept him alive through mortars, sandstorms, and loneliness. He’d written to her every week, but he hadn’t seen her since she was five. She was supposed to be with Ms. Darlene, the woman he’d left her with when his wife passed away. He had no….Read Full Story Here.………………..
