It had been 5 years since John had last walked the streets of Whitby, the last time he was just about to leave for British India, he had been given special leave before the battalion had embarked and it was the last time he was home and alot had happened in five years and a lot had stayed the same. Now he was returning a different man, his uniform was clean, new rank chevrons on his arm and was looking a lot smarter than when he left to take the Queen's Shilling at 18

John had gotten the train back to Whitby and stood on the platform as he quickly checked everything was in order before slinging his overseas holdall over his shoulder and walking out of the station towards the paths to home, the streets were just as he remembered but with little subtle changes, different colour doors or windows, old shops closed, new shops opened and some still the same.

He wasn't sure how this homecoming would be received but thankfully he had options, if it was ok he would stay but if not he would return back to camp, he had to be there in 4 days anyways so it wasn't that big of a deal. he would wait and see what the reception was like at home.

It wasn't long before he was walking down the close of the back streets towards his parents. the cobbles were still as slippery as he left. he turned the handle on the back gate and made his way down the path through the back door of his parents house, he placed his kitbag against the table in the kitchen before calling out "Ma........Pa, ya home?"