Missing

It seemed like a logical solution to follow the power-lines back to civilization after escaping the war-zone, but my hope soon turned to despair as I noticed the miles and miles of dangerous land stretched out in front of me. How was it possible I allowed myself to get into this mess? All those years of training seem wasted now. If only I was at home having dinner with my family instead of fighting for my life in this desolate land.

I can remember the kids jumping on my back, tickling me, then chasing me around the room on their tiny legs trying in vain to catch me. Sometimes I would stop running and they would soon pile up at my feet. Laughter and hugs and kisses would follow. I miss them.

I can remember the soft caress of her fingers massaging my shoulders as we sat comfortably together on the sofa. Those evenings were the best, it was our special time together and nothing else in the world seemed to matter. I wonder how frantic she is right now, wondering what has become of me?

I am exhausted and my thirst has made it difficult to breathe, if only those clouds in the sky would rain instead of teasing me with an occasional drop of water. It's been days and days. Maybe I should sleep now.

The newspaper ad read: Beloved German Shepard missing since July 4th. Answers to Hero. He loves children. If found, please call. . .