Once upon a time a girl, who went by the name of Cheyenne, went to the port to welcome home soldiers from overseas. Though she had no one in particular to welcome, she came anyways to support them, feeling deep inside that she would find something here. Something fantastic. As she stood, pale hands clasped in front of her, midnight hair swaying in the wind, everyone saw her as a beauty; a sapphire among bleak, cold diamonds. However, she never saw herself as the lovely girl she was and took the stares as glares instead of awe-stricken expressions. She watched earnestly for the ship to be carrying the soldiers, so she could go home and escape the eyes of the others.
Alas, the ship chugged into view, and soon arrived at the dock. Floods of soldiers came running out to greet their cheering fans and families, tearfully hugging their friends and relatives passionately. But, as Cheyenne noticed, there was one soldier who had no one rushing to meet him. Cheyenne, amidst the groups of swarming families, came to this soldier and said to him "Who are you?"
"Why, Miss, I am Gavin." He took a bow, a sad smile painting his pleasant face with colors of gray instead of rainbows. He was a handsome young man, and much like Cheyenne; blind by self-consciousness. Cheyenne smiled, Gavin's heart nearly stopped, and gave him an honest hug.
"Gavin, I am Cheyenne. And you, sir, are my new soldier. Welcome home," she said into his uniform, the sun beating down on both of them with warming, encouraging rays. Gavin gratefully wrapped his arms around Cheyenne, pressing his cheek to the top of her warm head.
"Thank you, Cheyenne. Thank you."
They stood there for a moment, stuck in first-embrace until Gavin finally pulled away.
"Tell me something, Cheyenne," he started, only to have her hold up one perfect finger to silence him.
"I will tell you as we walk to my home. Come," she said, gently pushing her arm into the crook of his elbow so they walked as Romeo and Juliet might have on a midnight stroll.
"Tell me now, why did you come for me?" Gavin asked, looking down at the lady on his arm, whose emerald gaze was fixed straight ahead. She smiled at the road and then leaned her head on his shoulder as they walked.
"No one should have to be alone, Gavin. When I saw no one come rushing to welcome you, I took it upon myself to make you feel welcome in the country you just spent time protecting with your life," she said softly. Gavin was silent for awhile, thanking God in his head for sending an angel to him in his time of need, and then sighed contentedly.
"Well, I owe you a thank-you, Cheyenne."
"No, soldier. The country owes you a thank-you."
The sun was resting on the horizon, watching to two who were so alike walk down Main Street, casting its orange light upon them like a silent, beautiful blessing. They walked steadily and silently to Cheyenne's home, where Gavin ended up staying for the rest of his life.
But, if Cheyenne had not came to Gavin, offering love, safety, and a place to stay, what would have happened? Well…
As Gavin LeCreeve stepped off of the army ship he knew he'd never felt lonelier. He knew no one was there to meet him with praise, kisses, and tears of joy like the other soldiers who spoke of their waiting families so often he felt like he knew them personally.
So, when he walked down Main Street alone, it finally hit him that he had nowhere to go. He gripped his army bag tightly for a moment, and then let it go. It hit the concrete with a sharp smack!
Tears burned his throat and seared under his eyes as he stared at the blood-red sunset on the verge of the horizon. He knew he'd have to live on the streets now, cold and alone for the rest of his miserable life. So this is his payment after the painful years in the military, serving his country faithfully with his life? And this is how he was to be treated as a soldier? Alone? For good?
Gavin's bottom lip trembled as he reached into his bag and pulled out a handgun. He had no choice. He didn't want to live on the streets with no one to share a presence with. He stumbled into a nearby alley and…
Rain began to fall, the heavens mourning the loss of Gavin LeCreeve.
This should NEVER happen. To anyone, much less a soldier.
But what would you have done, if you had no one left, and nowhere to go?
The following is a poem found on the body of a soldier after he was killed in action during WW1
God, I have never spoken to you before,
But now I want to say: "How do you do?"
You see God, they told me you didn't exist,
And, like a fool, I believed all this.
Last night from a shell hole I saw your sky,
I figured right then they had told me a lie,
Had I taken the time to see things you made,
I'd have known they weren't calling a spade a spade,
I wonder, God, if you'd shake my hand,
Somehow I feel that you'd understand.
Funny I had to come to this hellish place,
Before I had time to see your face.
Well, I guess there isn't much more to say,
But I am sure, God, I met you today.
I guess the zero hour will soon be here.
The signal! Well, God, I have to go,
I like you lots, this I want you to know.
Look now, this will be a horrible fight,
Who knows, I may come to your house tonight.
Though I wasn't friendly to you before,
I wonder, God, if you'd wait at your door?
Look, I'm crying! Me. Shedding tears!
I wish I had known you these many years.
Well! I have to go now, God, goodbye.
Since I met you, I'm not afraid to die