John hadn't been home long. He had spent part of the afternoon with his little sister and ma, he hoped to see Joe soon aswell. He regretted how he had treated him in the past and the army had straightened him out. His little sister was right. He had to think of the future.

He got up and was heading to the kitchen. His tunic still in the kitchen on the chair where he left it. He filled the kettle and placed it on the stove. He sat down in the chair and waited for it to boil when he heard the door open and footsteps coming towards the kitchen when they suddenly stopped. He knew by the weight of the steps who it was. He turned slightly "evening Da, kettles just boiling. Want a brew?"