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He walked down the long corridor with his bag hanging over his shoulder. His clothing once snug hung on his tall slinder frame like rags telling the tale of the hardship he faced while deployed. Where a clean shaven face once lay was now replaced by a short beard, obscuring the sunken eyes and sloping cheaks of the overworked man. His strides were slow and deliberate, he was masking a limp from an injury he did not want his family to know about, after all they would just worry, and he did not want that. The coridor was bare, a few pipes lining the walls and the lights hung with no covers, casting a shadow that was menacing and offputting, any person who did not know the man would think he was a vagrent passing through, and not the proud man returning home from a war he had fought for too long. He set his bags down and cleared his throut to the small crowd of people waiting with their backs turned to the entrance of the hallway, proclaiming his presence.