The old general sat in his rocking chair looking out to the empty pasture. There was a time when he was important. He was needed. Now, he was just the old general. An old man who shakes so bad he spills his drink and food at every meal. An old man who prefers to live in the past rather than get involved with politics and causes he no longer understands. Mary left him long ago. Their children and grandchildren come by now and then, but never stay long. That was until last week when Susan brought a woman from the home to come visit. It’ll be better for you there, she said. You’ll meet new people there, she said. No one asked him. They decided for him. He promised Mary he wouldn’t make a scene if that time ever came and he intended to keep that promise. Susan and that woman would be back in the morning. He was an old, battered general who just wanted to have the life he once had.
As the sun set low in the amber sky, the old general heard a familiar whinny. He looked up and smiled. “You’ve come back to me, after all these years.”
With one last look at his house, the young general in a fresh, new uniform mounted his house and rode to his Mary, who was waiting for him under their promise tree.