I was 20 when I came back from Desert Storm. My folks were waiting for me at the airport and drove me home. On the way, my father said he had some bad news for me. Bernice had filed for divorce. I hadn't been able to talk to her in a couple weeks because of my patrol, so I was surprised by this news, and fought back tears all the rest of the way home. At my house, I found all her stuff had been packed up and removed. The house felt totally empty, as did my heart. In the mailbox were the papers for me to sign. Seems she met someone else while I was away. So much for the promises she made me the night before I shipped out.