Mitch stepped off the plane and into the crowded concourse, slinging his little green duffel bag over his shoulder. Keeping his misty green eyes downcast he pushed his way through the hordes of people. Some of them were soldiers like him, returning home after 'The Great War'. Some were just everyday travelers. Mitchle's heavy brown army boots made a muffled clambering on the carpets of the International Airport in his home town as he made his way silently and with out incident for the baggage claim.<br/><br/>Home. Mitchel knew this was his home, but he was not happy to see it. And if he was he certainly wasn't going to admit it. He knew well enough that he should be excited to see his widowed mother and twin sister again after three long years at war. Knew he should be reminiscing to himself as he looked out the windows and saw old familiar sights. Mitch knew coming home was supposed to be a good thing. But he just couldn't bring himself to believe that.<br/><br/>Passing security, Mitchel finally made his way down the escalators that would lead to baggage claim. Sure enough. There were his sister and mother, waiting for him. He recognized them both immediately. He knew his mother's worn face and warm tired eyes like he knew the back of his hand. His sister however had changed quite a bit. She had grown a few inches, and matured. She looked pretty as a picture standing there in anticipation for his return.<br/><br/>This was his home.