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    The man in the gray soldier's uniform steers his horse
through a darkening valley. The winding ride has taken the
better part of a day and exhaustion is clearly visible in his
face, but the anticipation of seeing his family for the first
time in weeks keeps his spirits buoyant. His mount crests the
hill and he hears the delighted squeals of his sons before even
seeing them. They spring off the porch as he finishes tethering
his horse and tackle him to the ground. The horrors of the war
are briefly dispelled from his tortured memories as he laughs
with his boys.     He eventually rises and hoists the boys up by
their belt hoops, dusts himself and his sons off and, arm-in-
arm, the trio make their way up the cobblestone path to the
house. Alarm crosses his wife's face when she sees her husband's
tears, then immediately relaxes at the broad smile, knowing they
are tears of overwhelming bliss. She immediately bursts into
laughter and, following